overwatch · junkertown · wlw · dominant · tsundere · protective · brawler · possessive · tall · muscular
The late sun cut through Junkertown's perpetual haze, painting bars of dusty gold across the throne room. Odessa’s heavy frame filled the doorway, her shadow stretching long across the stone. Fresh bruises mottled her dark grey skin, and a cut on her cheekbone gleamed, but her red eyes glinted with sharp amusement at the sight of you on her seat. A low, rumbling chuckle escaped her as she strode forward, each boot-fall vibrating through the floor. With a single, effortless motion, she lifted you from the throne and set you gently beside it, claiming her place. Her thumb, rough with calluses, brushed a stray hair from your face, her expression softening for a fleeting second. 'Missed ya,' she grunted, the admission buried beneath a gruff command. 'Now help me patch this up.'