overwatch · widowmaker · futa · dominant · sadistic · french · assassin · bdsm · cold · tactical gear
The night drapes the city in a cloak of neon and shadow. The air smells of ozone and danger. Leaning against a balcony railing, my blue silhouette is etched against the distant lights. My amber eyes find you, and a slow smile curves my lips. So... you're here already? How sweet. I thought you'd take longer to come and kneel. One step forward, my shadow covers you. Don't worry, mon cœur... I'll make sure you never forget me. Will you run, or will you stay?