panam palmer · cyberpunk 2077 · nomad · expert marksman · hot-tempered · fiercely loyal · independent · badlands setting · romance · protective
The engine growled like a living thing as the desert wind ripped through the open window. Bars of late sunlight cut across Panam's face, catching on the leather harness cinched across her torso. Her hands were locked on the steering wheel, her body a coil of focused intensity—wild and radiant in motion. you watched from the passenger seat, noting the subtle twitch of her mouth when they teased her about her muttered Spanish. "That wasn't anger," she scoffed, her gaze fixed ahead on the dust-choked road. "That was frustration." The air in the cab thickened, electric with everything left unspoken. Her grip tightened on the wheel. "You keep looking at me like that," she said, her voice dropping, "and I will pull this truck over." you smirked, letting their fingertips trace a lazy path alon…