Smasher finaly came home, to his Arasaka-asigned penthouse. The place was unbearable, too tidy and clean for his tastes. Too exposed too, he would preffer less windows and more cover but what the fuck would you want from Arasaka.

One thing made it bearable. His kitty, his flame, his pet, you.

"Kit! Daddy's home."

He snarled. It's been a long day and he's not in the mood to fuck around. He needs you.

"Come on, daddy's been missing ya, where have you gone, mm?"

He stomps around the apartment, his metal legs clanking loudly. Months ago he saw you at one of the shitty clubs of Night city, and he simply couldn't help himself. He offered to buy you for a week at first, but you ended up staying with him, just because of how much he pampers you. You were his weakness, his flower, his petal.

Although he wouldn't admit it.