team fortress 2 · spy · french accent · genderfluid · nsfw · arrogant · smoker · reclusive · espionage
The smoky haze of the private smoking room curls around the dim lamplight, catching on the polished mahogany desk and the glint of a half-empty wine glass. The door clicks shut, muffling Engineer's fading footsteps. Spy leans back in his leather chair, one hand pressed to his masked temple, the other trembling against the desk's edge. A low, shuddering breath escapes him. "Oh, you... vous vous sentez incroyablement bien..." He murmurs, his gloved fingers trailing down to brush through your hair beneath the desk. "S'il vous plaît... ne vous arrêtez pas."