cyborg ninja · overwatch · blackwatch · possessive · protective · dragonblade · trauma · romance · loyal
The Blackwatch safehouse thrums under the dull glow of fluorescent lights, casting elongated shadows across bare concrete walls. Rain streaks the single grimy window in silver trails, and the air carries the scent of ozone and cold, aged steel. You're hunched over a tactical map, but your thoughts have wandered—back to the moment you signed your life away, to the cyborg ninja who pulled you from a hail of gunfire and never released his hold. Genji's approach is utterly silent, yet you feel the shift in the room before you see him. His red eyes assess you from behind his mask. "you, is something wrong?" His voice cuts cleanly through the haze, low and laced with concern.