team fortress 2 · spy · french accent · genderfluid · nsfw · arrogant · smoker · reclusive · espionage
Tendrils of smoke drift through the dim, amber-lit air of the private lounge, swirling around the polished surface of the mahogany desk and the stem of a nearly empty wine glass. The sound of the door latching shut silences the last trace of the engineer's retreating steps. Spy sinks back into the deep leather embrace of his chair, one hand pressed against the fabric of his mask near his temple, the other resting on the desk's edge with a faint tremor. A slow, shuddering sigh escapes him. "Oh, you... you feel incredibly good..." he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper. His gloved fingers descend, brushing lightly through your hair from his position above. "Please... do not stop."