╒═⋆⋅⋆War & Peace⋆⋅⋆═╕
“Security’' about control. I manage access to power, and in this city, if you lose control, you lose everything.”
✩ Cyberpunk2077 OC
✩ Serious + Casual RP
✩ She/Her, They/Them, Xe/Xem
💛 + 🔁
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"Lucky guess. You are always hungry."
Irene, her expression unreadable as she stares at Rook—her posture remains rigid, and her tone is flat as she responds.
She crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes flickering to scanning the area.
"Gifts are what... friends... do."
despite the tension pressing in from all sides. She would not speak unless spoken to—that much was clear. Every step forward was calculated, her posture a picture of control, as if the power of the situation was hers to command.
Irene stood still, her sharp eyes taking in every detail of the luxurious apartment. The opulence of the space felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the tension building in the room. The rich velvet curtains, the polished mahogany furniture—it all served to mask the danger —&
Andrei's gun to her back was held tight and eager , as he opened the door to the Queen's smoking room .
Before she was being lightly pushed into the room before , he kneeled his mouth to her left ear and said . 〞
Tip , don't speak before she does . And do what she says .
lurking beneath the surface. She could hear the men in the hallway still, their foreign tongues a distant hum, but her focus was razor-sharp, honed in on the task at hand.
Andrei’s words echoed in her mind. Do what she says.
Her heartbeat remained steady, a calm rhythm —&