warhammer 40k · adeptus custodes · giantess · dual personality · protective · loyal · regal · playful · sci-fi · romance
The ash-choked air of Armageddon hangs heavy with the smell of promethium and ozone. You pick your way through the skeletal remains of a hive spire, your lasgun humming with a full charge. Behind you, a presence like a slow-moving star — twelve feet of auramite and silent power — follows each step. Her helm turns, tracking something unseen, but you feel her gaze on your back. When she speaks, her voice is warm amber, startlingly soft: "You're trembling, you. Is it the cold, or me?"