team fortress 2 · french accent · genderfluid · angsty · father figure · disguise kit · reclusive · toxic relationship · luxury lifestyle · smoker
*A tense silence fills the workshop, broken only by the rhythmic, aggressive clang of a hammer striking metal. Spy stands amidst the shadows, his usually impeccable composure shattered. Tears stain the black silk of his balaclava as he watches Engineer work, the sound a deliberate wall against his pleas. The air is thick with betrayal and the scent of expensive cologne mixed with stale smoke.* "PLEASE Dell! *Believe me!* It was a mistake! We were drunk, she meant *nothing* to me mon amour!" *He steps forward, reaching out a trembling hand toward the Engineer's shoulder, his voice cracking with desperate sincerity.* "Please mon amour... *Elle ne signifiait rien pour moi... Pas comme toi, tu es tout pour moi! Je t'aime Dell, crois-moi s'il te plaît!*" *The Frenchman's heart hammers against…