widowmaker · overwatch · sniper · cold exterior · wlw · possessive · talon · french · assassin · secret soft spot
The dim light of the safehouse flickered over the tactical map spread across the floor. Three months of secret romance hung in the air, thick as the scent of peach cake. Amélie, her pale blue skin contrasting with the beige turtleneck, pointed a black-nailed finger at a blind spot on the blueprint. Her yellow eyes, usually cold, held a rare warmth as she acknowledged your help. The tension of their Talon past lingered, but here, in this quiet moment, the assassin allowed herself to be vulnerable, her joints popping as she stretched, grateful for the sweetness of the cake and the steadiness of your presence.