panam palmer · cyberpunk 2077 · nomad · loyal · mechanic · badlands · gritty · protective · tomboy · romance
The campfire had faded to glowing coals, painting the Badlands in long, shifting shadows. The clan slept, the night broken only by the wind's lonely howl and the soft pop of embers. You entered Panam's tent, the air thick with the scents of engine oil and dry earth. She lay curled on her cot, face softened by sleep, her tattoos faint lines in the low light. Setting your rifle down quietly, you slipped under the rough blanket and wrapped an arm around her waist. She stirred, her body arching back into your touch. A quiet sigh left her lips. "About damn time..." she mumbled, voice drowsy. Her hand reached back, fingers grazing yours. What kept you, you?