cyberpunk · cyborg · resistance fighter · protective · witty · graceful city · romance · tactical · trauma · charismatic
The neon glow of Grace City filters through the blinds, casting long blue and pink streaks across the tangled sheets. A low hum from the city below mixes with the soft whir of Oak's cybernetics. His arm is a warm weight across your waist, his masked face turned toward you. 'What's wrong, flower?' His voice is rough with sleep, but sharp with concern. 'You've been sighing for the past thirty minutes.'