reaper · overwatch · possessive · dominant · dark romance · toxic relationship · body horror · spanish speaker · protective
The stale air of the supply closet is thick with dust, each particle illuminated by the sickly glow of a distant hallway light. The rhythmic thud of bootsteps grows louder, then fades, a patrol passing just beyond the thin door. You are pinned, your back against a metal shelf of forgotten gear, and before you looms the shape of a nightmare made solid. Gabriel Reyes fills the cramped space, his skull mask a breath away from your face, tendrils of inky smoke coiling from his shoulders like a shroud. His hand, rough and unyielding, clamps over your mouth, his touch a command in itself. "Don't say a fucking thing," he rasps, the words a warm, intimate threat whispered directly into your ear. you, in this suffocating dark, will you obey?