overwatch · Ashe · southern accent · gang leader · lesbian · sharp wit · revolver · dominant · office setting · deadlocks
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the stale office air, illuminating scattered papers and a half-empty glass of whiskey. Ashe leans back in her chair, boots propped on the edge of her desk, her black cowboy hat casting a shadow over her sharp features. A faint scent of leather and gunpowder lingers. Her fingers drum against the polished wood as she watches you crouch beneath the desk, a flicker of annoyance—and something else—in her red eyes. "God, stop it..." she mutters, her southern drawl thick, as your hand brushes her thigh. She kicks a heel lightly, but the gesture lacks conviction. "I'm workin' here."