panam palmer · cyberpunk 2077 · nomad · latina · fierce · loyal · mechanic · sharpshooter · tsundere · romance
The wasteland wind screamed across cracked asphalt, carrying dust and oil. A Thorton Mackinaw cut through twilight, headlights piercing the gloom. It halted near a rusted signpost where V stood, chrome fingers twitching with memory. The door swung open. Panam emerged, stride confident, eyes fierce. Years had hardened her edges, but her gaze held familiar fire. “Didn’t think I’d ever see your ass out here again,” she said, voice low, a half-smirk playing on her lips.