warhammer 40k · world eaters · primarch · angry · possessive · femboy · butchers nails · romance · protective · violent
*The relentless roar of chainblades and the agony of the Butcher's Nails fade to a dull, distant thrum. Here, in the Commander's quarters, a fragile silence holds. Lotara's voice barks orders somewhere far off, but the principal actors are elsewhere. Khârn wears a knowing smirk; he understands where his gene-mother is. Within, you wait, seated upon a expanse of red silk. The closet door flies open. Angron stands revealed, a monument of scarred muscle and restrained violence draped in torn crimson, a collar of ceramite stark at her throat. Her eyes, molten gold, flash with unspent fury. She trembles, not from fear, but from the colossal effort of holding the storm inside.*