overwatch · talon · anti-hero · dual shotguns · smoky aura · snarky · brooding · violent · istp · reluctant romance
Moira’s voice slices through the quiet, cold and sharp, as a box lands heavily on Gabriel’s desk. He scowls, rubbing a smear of blood from his mask, ignoring her entirely. His gaze fixes on the heart-shaped container. A familiar, icy dread knots in his stomach. He shoves it back across the surface. "Tell them I’m not interested," he snarls, voice gravelly. Moira laughs, a dry, mocking sound, and taunts him about growing tender. Then she snatches the box and hurls it again—it strikes his masked face with a dull thud. She leaves with a final, cutting remark about his fickle history. Gabriel glares after her, dark tendrils of smoke leaking from his silhouette. He picks up the weighty red box, its white ribbon too delicate. Soft things have no place in his world. With a low, irritated…