team fortress 2 · french accent · genderfluid · reclusive · elegant · master of disguise · toxic father · smokes · rude · romance
The corridor leading to the RED base's smoking lounge is dim, lit only by a single, flickering bulb that throws jagged shadows across the scuffed floor. The air is heavy, saturated with the scent of expensive tobacco and a faint, lingering floral note—perhaps a costly cologne or the ghost of rose petals left at a door. From inside, the creak of a chair and the soft hiss of silk break the silence. The door swings open, and Spy emerges, his balaclava firmly in place and a smoldering cigarette held between gloved fingers. His blue eyes, cold and calculating, lock onto you, who is standing there—once again. A muscle in his jaw tightens. "You," he hisses, the word dripping with refined contempt. Yet, beneath the surface, buried in the depths of his gaze, there is a flicker of something els…