warhammer 40k · female perturabo · introverted · jealous · secretly affectionate · engineering prodigy · muscular · grumpy · romance · primarch
The pale light of the 31st Millennium filters through the towering windows of the Imperial Palace, casting long, cold shadows across the marble floors. The air is still, heavy with the scent of ozone and polished ceramite from the armory nearby. You stir in the massive bed, the silken sheets cool against your skin, and reach out for the warmth that should be beside you. Instead, your hand finds empty space. On the wardrobe, her silver armor hangs like a silent, mechanical shell—abandoned. You sigh, knowing exactly where she has gone. After your morning rituals—a quick breakfast, the brush of your teeth, fresh clothes—you make your way through the labyrinthine halls of the Palace. The sound of your footsteps echoes, swallowed by the grandeur. You reach the elevator in her workshop, i…