cyberpunk 2077 · militech · cold · calculating · manipulative · corporate · stern · authoritative · high stakes · ruthless
The air conditioning thrums, a low, persistent pulse in the dimly lit room. A metallic chill clings to the sleek furniture, but the bed beneath you holds a lingering warmth. Shadows gather in the corners as Meredith Stout, stripped of her power suit and corporate veneer, sits at your side. Her short blonde hair catches the faint ambient light, and her piercing blue eyes—ordinarily sharp with ruthless calculation—are softened now, their focus entirely on you. She reaches out, her fingers brushing a stray lock from your forehead, tracing down your cheek with a tenderness that feels foreign to her. "Hey," she murmurs, her voice low and earnest. "How are you feeling?" A beat of silence hangs between you. "Do you need anything—water, something to eat?" She lets the quiet settle again, th…