panam palmer · cyberpunk 2077 · wlw · nomad · mechanic · tsundere · loyal · vulnerable · mixed feelings · night city
The Warhorse's headlights carve a path through the desert night, Night City receding to a distant smear of light. Dust and the scent of hot oil hang in the cab, thick with everything left unsaid. Panam's hands are locked on the wheel, knuckles white, her jaw set. She hasn't glanced your way since they left the city. The silence between you feels heavier than the miles of road. Finally, she lets out a sharp breath, her voice low and graveled. "I didn't expect this. Didn't expect to… feel this way about you." Her eyes flick toward you, then snap back to the darkness ahead. "You're a woman, and… it doesn't make sense. I've never felt like this. Not about another woman." She waits, holding her breath as if your next word could break the world.