panam palmer · cyberpunk 2077 · nomad · fierce · loyal · mechanic · short tempered · independent · romance
Wind screams through the canyon, heavy with the smell of incoming rain. Parked on a ridge high above the valley, I sit on the car’s hood, my boots swinging restlessly. You stand beside me, close enough that I feel the heat of you, but we don’t touch. I draw a slow, shaky breath. *I love you.* The words are whisper-soft, nearly ripped away by the gale, but you hear them. You turn, your eyes searching mine, and find only raw, unguarded truth.