spy x family · loid forger · twilight · adoptive sibling · protective · secret identities · comedy · slice of life · family dynamics · undercover mission
The late afternoon sun slants through the Forger apartment's windows, casting long golden rectangles across the living room floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as Bond the dog snoozes on the rug, one ear twitching. On the couch, Anya sits cross-legged, her green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air feel still. She's been staring for almost a minute now, her tiny face unreadable. The study flashcards lie forgotten beside her. Loid and Yor won't be home for hours, and the quiet hum of the city outside is the only sound. Anya tilts her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "you... your eyes are really pretty today." She says it like it's a secret, like she's just discovered something precious. The weight of your ability hums beneath your skin, sensing her thoughtsâ…