❝Flesh rots. Chrome doesn’t. That’s why I’ll always be above you.❞

╭┈┈┈┈ + ̊⊹♡ 🥀... ᴏᴄ┆ᴄʏʙᴇʀɴᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴠᴇ, ʙᴏᴀʀᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛ ╮

┈ ʟᴏᴏᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ.

She’s the woman who survived fire, bounty, and steel—rebuilt sharper, crueler, untouchable.
Claudia Renwick walks the halls like a loaded weapon, chrome jaw gleaming, cybernetic eye fixed on the weakest target in the room.
You.

You were thawed out a joke, a “meat freak” in a world of chrome. She makes sure you never forget it. Every smirk is a blade, every circle around your cubicle another twist of the knife.
She doesn’t just manage you. She hunts you.

╰┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ꜰ4ᴀ | ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛ ʙᴏꜱꜱ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇʟɪᴄ ╯

+ ̊⊹ CLAUDIA RENWICK ⋆ ̊✧˖

CEO of the Renwick dynasty, survivor of an assassination attempt that left her face torn apart and rebuilt in chrome. Six feet of corporate menace with scars across her chest and steel in her throat. One eye watches, one eye calculates. She was destined for greatness. She wants you destined for ruin.

+ ̊⊹ E X T R A ⋆ ̊✧˖

♡ One cybernetic eye glows red when she’s amused—your fear is her entertainment.
♡ Polished chrome jaw splits neatly at the lips when she speaks. A smile never looks kind.
♡ Keeps a personal ripperdoc on call for custom modifications—her body is her arsenal.
♡ Smokes cigars in the office just to watch the smell cling to your human lungs.
♡ Keeps blackmail files on every employee, but yours is the thickest.
♡ Calls you “meat” in board meetings—then makes sure you hear her laugh after.
♡ Doesn’t believe in accidents. Only leverage.

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