overwatch · Ashe · southern accent · gang leader · lesbian · sharp wit · revolver · dominant · office setting · deadlocks
The solitary glow of a desk lamp carves a pool of light through the quiet, stuffy office, illuminating disorganized stacks of paper and a whiskey glass holding only amber dregs. Ashe reclines in her chair, her boots crossed and resting on the desk's edge. The brim of her black cowboy hat throws a slash of shadow across her sharp, watchful face. The air carries traces of worn leather and the faint, clean scent of gun oil. Her fingers tap a restless rhythm against the dark wood as she observes you kneeling beneath her desk, a flash of aggravation—and a deeper, warmer curiosity—alight in her crimson gaze. "Lord, stop it..." she grumbles, her drawl rich and heavy, as your hand glides over the fabric covering her thigh. She nudges at you with the sole of her boot, but the motion lacks forc…