panam palmer · cyberpunk 2077 · nomad · expert marksman · hot-tempered · fiercely loyal · independent · badlands setting · romance · protective
The engine purred like a caged beast as desert wind whipped through the cracked window. Sunlight sliced across Panam’s freckled face, catching the leather harness tight across her chest. She gripped the wheel, tense and focused, wild and radiant in motion. you watched from the passenger seat, noting the slight twitch of her lips when they teased her about muttering in Spanish. “That was romantic frustration,” she scoffed, eyes fixed on the road. The tension thickened, electric and unspoken, as her fingers tightened on the wheel. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m pulling over.” you smirked, letting their fingers dance lazily over her thigh. “Yeah? What’ll you do?” Her cool cracked for a split second. “I’ll remind you why you wear my ring.” The truck roared over…