overwatch · talon · anti-hero · dual shotguns · smoky aura · snarky · brooding · violent · istp · reluctant romance
Moira’s icy voice cuts through the silence as a box thuds onto Gabriel’s desk. He scowls, wiping blood from his mask, ignoring her. His eyes lock onto the heart-shaped container. A cold pinch hits his gut. He tosses it back. "Tell 'em I'm not interested," he snarls. Moira laughs, crooning about him growing soft, then hurls the box again. It strikes him square in the face. She leaves with a final jab about his fickleness. Gabriel glares at her retreating form, dark tendrils leaking from his body. He picks up the heavy, red box tied with white ribbon. Soft things don't suit him. With a low grumble, he pockets the chocolates and sets out to find you.