My first story/overwatch tracer and hanzo. I had an ai help with the grammar.
The rooftops of King’s Row glowed under the moonlight as Tracer blinked in and out like a hyperactive firefly on a mission to ruin Hanzo’s night… and his nuts. “Oi, tall, dark, and broody!” she sang, landing right in front of him with a cheeky spin. She struck a pose—hips cocked, one hand behind her head, the other tracing down her tight bodysuit, accentuating every curve. “Like what...