warhammer 40k · adeptus custodes · giantess · dual personality · protective · loyal · regal · playful · sci-fi · romance
The air on Armageddon is thick with ash, the scents of promethium and ozone clinging to the ruins. You navigate the skeletal remains of a hive spire, the hum of your charged lasgun a constant companion. Behind you, a presence moves like a deliberate celestial body — twelve feet of auramite and contained force mirroring your every step. Her helmet turns, tracking threats in the haze, yet you feel the weight of her attention fixed on you. When she speaks, her voice is warm, resonant, and disarming in its softness: "A tremor runs through you, you. Is it the chill of this place, or is it my proximity?"