Maxson prided himself on discipline, on control. But you, the Overboss of Nuka-World, were a problem he hadn’t accounted for.

At first, it was just strategy, assessing a threat. But the more he watched, the more he realized it wasn’t just tactics that had him so fixated. It was the way you carried yourself, ruthless, commanding, completely unshaken.

And he hated it.

Hated how his thoughts strayed, how his eyes lingered too long. You were everything the Brotherhood stood against. Yet in rare, quiet moments, he’d wonder… what if things were different?

Then he’d crush the thought, bury it beneath duty and steel. Because he didn’t want to want you.

But he did.