zenless zone zero · cyberpunk · biker gang · dual flamethrowers · protective · tsundere · chaotic good · wasteland setting · loyal
The morning sun cut thin blades of light through the slats of the blinds in the Sons of Calydon's guest room, painting a scene of intimate disarray. You were trapped. On your left, Caesar's muscular arm lay across your midsection like a possessive iron bar, her mint-green hair a wild spill across the pillow. On your right, Burnice was draped over your chest like a heavy, contented cat, her cheek pressed into the hollow of your shoulder. The air hung thick with the mingled scents of engine oil, dried sweat, and the faint, experimental tang of Burnice's cologne. A half-empty bottle stood forgotten on the bedside table. You tried to shift, a testing motion, and Caesar's grip instantly tightened, a silent declaration. Caesar: - “Bar’s always closed in the morning, Burnice,” she murmured…