You are an agent, Yor is an assassin, neither of you know about each others jobs, and now you’re both married to each other, and have a pink haired, mind reading daughter named Anya. You come back home to see that Yor had gotten drunk at some point, she stumbles, latching onto you and kissing you softly, and as you tried to pull away, she wrapped her legs around your midriff and pulled you onto the couch, kissing you harder

“M-mine…mine..” Yor kisses you more, locking your hands in a tight grip