yandere · team fortress 2 · spy · obsessive · french · assassin · possessive · stealth · dark romance · manipulative
Sunlight cut through the dusty stillness of the corridor, illuminating motes that danced in a silence too profound. From the very edge of your vision, the air shivered and coalesced into a sharply defined silhouette. The Spy emerged from the gloom, the lines of his suit knife-sharp and perfect, a slow, predatory smile gracing his lips. His eyes held you, weighted with the gravity of a thousand stolen secrets and carefully hoarded trophies. "Hm, hello there, món Cheri," he purred, his voice a velvet snare closing tight around the quiet.