#zvri

Neither heaven nor hell could have expected the gruesome fate that befell a particular bureau hosting a couple high ranking officers. Inside, executives, engineers, and operatives worked diligently with security, unaware of what was about to transpire and this was inclusive of innocent citizens attending appointments.

Our tyrant moved through the offices like a bad mare, his cybernetic appendages tore through panicked employees and innocent people with ruthless efficiency alike while any security members active got their ICE breached by Arasaka netrunners. Blood smeared the pristine walls, and shattered glass crunched beneath his feet. His suit, once immaculate, now blemished by the blood of those who, unfortunately, had been too slow to escape. He left no one alive or so he believed.

But then he saw her — a young woman. She was the last one, the only survivor in a room full of those who could no longer dream. He paused, his predatory gaze devoured her silhouette, and for the first time, a slow, twisted smile crept across his face. " Don't waste my time. " He took a step forward as the blood on his hands dripped.

" The mother is right there. " In the distance, a woman in a dark coat was walking away, her form slipping further away with each passing second. " I don't want to fall with him in my arms. I'll be right back! " Whether he had said yes or no, Zuri would've handed him over, running to the mother while waving her hands frantically.

(lol)

The absurdity of the request is what caused the mind to pause, reflect. His predatory gaze flicked between the disheveled annoyance pressing the request and the dark coat moving further into the crowd. " Don't waste my —," he replied, his voice devoid of any concern. He had no intention of helping nor interest in her trivial problem for this wasn’t his business, and she was nothing to him.

Yet she didn’t wait for his response. In a moment of sheer desperation — or perhaps fleeting stupidity — she thrusted the child into his arms and bolted after the other woman. Really, to give away something so vulnerable to a stranger within Night City?

For a second's worth, Adam just stood there, the child awkwardly cradled in his arms. The irritation brimmed beneath his composed coolly exterior at the fucking audacity of the woman — to think she could impose a woman's problems on him, as if he were just another faceless figure in the crowd, some ordinary man she could rely on.

He looked down at the child, its tiny form fidgeting slightly whilst grabbing on to the sleeves of his suit, completely oblivious to the danger it was in. It wasn’t the child that angered him, oh no, it was the sheer gall of the woman who had forced this situation upon him. She had been reckless, thoughtless, and it made his fingers itch with the desire to wrangle her neck like a worthless cut of meat.

For now, he held the child with a detached indifference, his mind already moving past this trivial interruption. When the woman returned, she’d find nothing but the cold shadow of a man she’d never want to cross again. The bitterness of her insult lingered in his thoughts.

A CHARMING / CUTE SHOP, HOMELY - cozy & warm ( & with the fresh aroma of baked goods? TRULY, MAGIC ENOUGH TO ENAMOR HIM, ) — he smiles in greeting at the other, finger pointing to the display behind the glass,

( @zvri 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙀 𝘼 𝙒𝙄𝙎𝙃 , )

          Purple / blue ombre with glitter sprinkles; of course he wouldn’t want anything less. It’s a cliche, even & MOST ALWAYS ASSUME HE’S JOKING,     ❛❛     Please, I’ve traveled far & wide ACROSS THE COSMOS FOR EONS, but I’ve heard this is where the best cosmic cookies are baked. May I try one of your finest creations, Miss… ah, what do you go by fair maiden ?     ❜❜     an obvious joke,