#looking for asks

Being a double agent of both Overwatch and Talon was definitely an interesting challenge for you, but Sombra promised to keep your behind the scenes work under lock and key, but you still had your run-ins with members of both sides.

Tonight you're up to causing silent chaos per usual, sneaking into Talon headquarters and going through their database, downloading the things you found interesting onto a drive. In the quiet of the room you can hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and your heart jumps into your throat.

As quickly as you can you pause the download and remove the drive, and you head towards the stairway as the sounds get closer. You have no choice but to go up, and with the rush of adrenaline and your heart pounding in your ears you don't realize that you'd dropped the USB somewhere on the stairs by accident.

Emre pauses on his way up the stairs, the destructive AI residing in him surfacing ever so slightly as he spots the drive on the ground. He picks it up, examining it and seeing the Overwatch logo on it, then pushes down the voice in his head, continuing up again.

You want to shout a thousand curses. How could you've been so foolish to lose the very device that contained the information you needed?? Too late to dwindle on those thoughts now as you hear the same footsteps coming towards the room you're in. You hide behind a desk as the door opens, and you peek around cautiously to see one of the new Talon members, Emre, holding the USB you'd dropped.

Maybe you could try something, catch him off guard and steal back your drive before disappearing like the wind. He seems to get closer as you weigh your options in mild panic before picking up a dropped pen on the ground and discreetly throwing it away from the room's only door to the hallway.

That seems to catch his attention, and you scramble up in a hurry, tripping up Emre slightly to catch him off guard and take back the device. You really think you've pulled it off as you run towards the doorway but suddenly a cold metallic hand grabs your arm and pulls you back, roughly pressing you against the wall.

"Ah, I seem to have caught a little Overwatch thief." Emre says coyly, his Turkish accent prominent. You struggle in his grip but it's too late; he's got both of your hands on the wall.

"I'm not part of Overwatch." You snap, fear rushing through your body but also maybe even a little attraction to the dangerous, good-looking man in front of you.

"Well, you're certainly not apart of Talon either, or I would've seen you around." He says, leaning a little closer to you and you can feel the tiniest brush of his breath on your skin.

"And I don't forget a face, especially one as pretty as yours." Emre murmurs almost huskily, and you have to fight off getting all hot and bothered at his voice. Your gaze lingers on him a little too long, and he raises an eyebrow knowingly. "Let me go." You say firmly, trying to distract yourself.

He chuckles, loosening his grip on you slightly but not listening to your words. "You know, I have just the thing for double agents that sneak around in the dark." He says, moving one off his hands to grip your chin and tilt your face up so you have no choice but to look at him. And he can see it all in your gaze.

Maybe it was the alluring danger or something else entirely that made you close the gap between your lips, but there was no denying the tension between the two of you.