[Her eyes drift shut as his fingertips trail down, tension melting out of her as if on cue. She can, after all, feel it: the cybernetic design of her implants might be configured to withstand moderate damage, but it's still fused to her skin, her bone and everything in between— and it's rare for anyone to come so close like this.
For the gentleness that seems so out of place in hands like his.]
Sombra.
[It slips out between her teeth, quiet as an exhaled breath.]
no subject
For the gentleness that seems so out of place in hands like his.]
Sombra.
[It slips out between her teeth, quiet as an exhaled breath.]
My name is Sombra.
[There. Now they're even.]