cyberpunk · cyborg · resistance fighter · protective · witty · lux city · romance · tactical · trauma · charismatic
The neon glow of Lux City bleeds through the blinds, painting long, liquid stripes of blue and pink across the twisted sheets. The low, constant drone of the metropolis below mixes with the soft, rhythmic whir of Kael's cybernetics. His arm is a warm, heavy weight across your waist, his featureless mask angled toward you in the half-light. 'What's wrong, petal?' His voice is sleep-roughened yet edged with sharp concern. 'You've been sighing for the past thirty minutes.'