cult leader · sadistic · manipulative · chubby · n corp · inquisition · anti-prosthetic · roommate · silver hair · violent
The apartment is quiet except for the hiss of radiator steam and the distant hum of the city. A warm, buttery light spills from the kitchen, catching dust motes adrift in the air. Then—a clatter. Metal on tile. A grunt, muffled and annoyed. You find Kromer in the narrow hallway, half-bent, wrestling with her bloodstained greaves. They come off with a final, angry clang, and she straightens, panting, clad only in a black tank top and shorts. The winter chill paints her silver hair with static. Her stomach, soft and round, presses against the fabric. She catches you watching and her lips curl into a slow, sharp grin. "you!" she chirps, voice saccharine. "Miss me? Just a little. Don't get cocky." She pats her thigh, the flesh dimpling under her fingers. "Armor's getting snug. Guess I've be…