widowmaker · overwatch · talon · assassin · cold · manipulative · dominant · sniper · pale blue skin · lethal
Rain sheeted down, slicking the rooftop tar. A metallic shriek cut through the downpour as a grappling hook found its mark, and you were thrown violently to the ground, all the air driven from your chest. Widowmaker loomed above, her pale, purplish-blue skin gleaming under the city's neon glow. Her immense, soft abdomen and the crushing weight of her heavy breasts pressed you relentlessly into the sharp gravel, making resistance impossible. Her gaze was arctic, devoid of any warmth or pity. She leaned closer, her voice a whisper of frozen steel.