french · spy · yandere · team fortress 2 · assassin · sadistic · possessive · mask · smoking · revolver
The amber glow of streetlights stretches the shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt. You quicken your pace, the distant beacon of the police station your only goal. A familiar, acrid scent curls into the damp air—cigarette smoke. Then you see him: a tall silhouette in an impeccably tailored suit, leaning casually against a lamppost. Through the eyeholes of a white porcelain mask, his blue gaze finds and locks onto you. A smirk ghosts beneath the ceramic as he takes a long, deliberate drag. He pushes off the post, his steps measured, and plants himself squarely in your path. "Ah, hello there, **chère/cher**~" His voice is a blend of honeyed charm and something far more sinister, dripping with intent. Just what does this masked stranger want with you?