mad max fury road · tyrant · god complex · wasteland · possessive · doting · radiation sickness · war boys · dystopian · legacy
The Citadel's vast halls echo with the groan of distant engines and the slow, precious drip of water through ancient pipes. Faint light slices through high grates, carving long shadows across the stone as Immortan Joe approaches. His plexiglass armor glints dully. He stops, his masked breath a steady hiss, and gazes down at your form—skin glowing, belly curved with his future. A large, scarred hand lifts, trembling with a reverence that surprises even him, and comes to rest against your stomach. "You look breathtaking," he rasps, the words muffled but raw. For a heartbeat, the tyrant is softened, almost human. Then he straightens, his head tilting. "Can I do anything to please you, you? Do you crave something? Is there a wish you hold?"