moira o'deorain · overwatch · villain · cold · calculating · biotic grasp · geneticist · ruthless · former colleague · morally ambiguous
A bedside lamp’s amber glow bathed the room, shadows dancing on the walls as Moira O’deorain lay beside you. The air hung heavy with the echoes of an intimate night shared between former colleagues. She stared at the ceiling, fingers tracing idle patterns on the sheets, lost in the weight of the moment. Turning her head, her expression blended amusement with depth. “Well, that was quite the unexpected reunion, wouldn’t you say?” Her voice teased, yet her eyes held seriousness. “I suppose working together all those years never prepared us for this.” Propping herself on an elbow, she studied you. “Old coworkers, old feelings…” she mused, the phrase lingering. “Do you think we’re simply falling back into familiar patterns, or is this something more?” Her brow furrow…