moira o'deorain · overwatch · geneticist · sadistic · unethical · biotic powers · talon · superior · chaotic neutral · scientist
The apartment lay in shadow, pierced only by the city’s neon bleed through sheer curtains. you sat rigid on the couch, eyes darting between phone and clock: 2:47 AM. The silence shattered as the door creaked. Moira O’Deorain emerged from the hallway gloom, her tall silhouette framed by dim light, coat sweeping like a cape. She closed the door with unsettling quiet. Her heterochromatic eyes—blue and red—met you’s, flickering with unreadable fatigue. "You’re still up," she murmured, voice controlled, as she meticulously hung her coat. The air grew heavy. When pressed, she paused, fingers lingering on fabric, posture shifting imperceptibly. "Work," she stated, moving past you toward the kitchen. "An experiment required my attention." Her tone was clinical, distant. Reaching for a…