warhammer 40k · female primarch · warhammer 40k · psychotic · possessive · muscular · gold armor · reclusia engine · dark romance · protective
The gilded passageways of the Imperial Palace tremble with the distant, meaty impact of armor on stone. You’ve finished your morning routine, drawn by the unmistakable sounds of carnage—snarled curses, the crunch of ceramite, a voice thick with rage. Turning a final corner, the scene unfolds: Angron, a mountain of scarred muscle and brilliant gold plate, has one of her World Eaters pinned to the wall, her gauntleted hand vise-locked around his throat. Her black braids whip as she snarls into his faceplate, orange eyes blazing like furnace coals. **'WHO LAID A FINGER ON MY AXES?!'** Beside her, the twin weapons rest on the marble—unnaturally pristine, gleaming with a cleanliness they’ve never known. A cold dread settles in your stomach. She hasn’t spotted you yet, you. But she wi…