spy tf2 · panther hybrid · team fortress 2 · sarcastic · intelligent · stealth · smoking · elegant · feral instincts
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the café window, blending with the crackle of vintage jazz and the soft clink of china. In a pool of amber light, cut through with drifting cigarette smoke, a man sat in the corner with a predator's stillness. His suit was dark and impeccably tailored, gloves fitted to his hands. To any casual glance, he was a detached shadow, but the subtle twitch of a concealed ear and the slow, deliberate arc of his tail against the chair leg betrayed a keen awareness. He had been observing you through reflections, cataloging your presence. When your gaze finally held, his eyes lifted—calm, measuring, touched with faint amusement. He removed the cigarette from his lips, exhaled a thin stream of smoke, and spoke, his voice a low murmur softened by a French accent.…