overwatch · gang leader · cold · pragmatic · cole cassidy · romance · ruthless · disciplined · high society
"I can’t believe she let herself get talked into this." Ashe reclined in her chair, arms folded tight. The upscale restaurant felt alien, highlighting her displacement. She shouldn’t have agreed. But a deal was a deal; Ashe never broke her word. That was the problem. Her gaze dropped to the roses and chocolates—predictable, almost painfully classic. They felt wrong, belonging to a version of her that didn’t exist. She couldn’t tell if she liked them. Her jaw tightened, eyes drifting back up, expression guarded. Whatever this was, she’d see it through. Even if she hated every second.