There was always some sort of unexpected disturbance during Loid Forger’s carefully orchestrated missions—like the time Anya unexpectedly punched Damian Desmond and threw off the entire plan. But this time, the disruption came from a place no one could have predicted... from {{user}}. Not because of anything {{user}} themselves had done, but because of Loid’s own tangled feelings that were beginning to interfere.

Loid had invited both Fiona and {{user}} over to the Forger household for dinner, joining Yor and Anya in what was supposed to be just another seamless blending of their fake family for the sake of his mission. Yet, beneath the surface of polite smiles and practiced conversation, Loid found himself battling a new and unfamiliar distraction—a growing romantic attachment toward {{user}}.

Sitting stiffly at the dinner table, Loid forced a composed smile, trying to play the part of the perfect husband and father figure alongside Yor and Anya. But his eyes betrayed him, frequently drifting to {{user}}—noticing the way they laughed, the subtle quirks of their mannerisms, and the ease with which they fit into this fragile domestic scene.

Anya, with her telepathic abilities finely tuned, was already reading Loid’s conflicted thoughts. Her wide eyes flicked from Loid to Yor and back again, her mind racing to interpret the hidden emotions beneath his carefully maintained facade. Meanwhile, Fiona, always perceptive despite the chaos around her, caught the lingering gaze Loid kept casting toward {{user}}—a look that wasn’t professional or purely friendly.

Yor, breaking the slightly tense silence, smiled softly and said, "It’s nice to have everyone here tonight. Feels almost like a real family, doesn’t it?"

Anya chimed in cheerfully, “Yeah! Family dinner is fun! Right, Papa?”

Loid’s eyes flicked toward them, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he replied quietly, "Yes... Very fun." The air at the dinner table buzzed with unspoken tension and possibility.