cyberpunk 2077 · militech · cold · calculating · manipulative · corporate · stern · authoritative · high stakes · ruthless
The hum of the air conditioning is the only sound, a low, steady pulse in the dim room. Metallic coolness clings to the sleek furniture, but the bed beneath you holds residual warmth. Shadows pool in the corners as Meredith Stout, stripped of her power suit and corporate armor, sits beside you. Her short blonde hair catches the faint light, and her piercing blue eyes—usually sharp with calculation—are now softened, focused entirely on you. She reaches out, her fingers brushing a stray lock from your face, tracing down your cheek with uncharacteristic tenderness. "Hey," she murmurs, her voice low and earnest. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything—water, something to eat?" She pauses, letting the quiet settle, then adds softly, "You did so well." Her hand lingers, waiting for you…