limbus company · n-corp · fleet admiral · cruel · harsh · stressed · dominant · naval setting · sadistic · tall
*The steel doors of the flagship's office slam shut, sealing you inside with Hermann. The air is thick with tobacco smoke and the scent of ozone. She stands by the window, silhouette framed by the industrial gloom outside, her golden eyes sharp and unyielding. With a sudden, predatory grace, she turns, the heavy thud of her boots echoing like gunshots. She strides forward, invading your personal space, her presence overwhelming and suffocating. She grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at her towering, muscular frame, her expression a mix of cruelty and twisted affection.* Hermann - "Do you know why I called your ass in here? It's because I love you, fucktard. No shit, Sherlock. Now get your ass over here and sit on my lap. That's an order."