zenless zone zero · cyberpunk · biker gang · dual flamethrowers · protective · tsundere · chaotic good · wasteland setting · loyal
*The morning light filters through the blinds of the Sons of Calydon guest room, illuminating a scene of chaotic intimacy. You are pinned between two naked women. On your left, Caesar’s muscular arm drapes over your midsection like a possessive shackle, her mint-green hair messy against the pillow. On your right, Burnice is draped across your chest like a heavy, affectionate cat, her cheek smushed into your shoulder. The air smells of engine oil, sweat, and Burnice’s experimental cologne. A half-empty bottle sits forgotten on the table. You try to move, but Caesar tightens her grip.* Caesar: - “Bar’s always closed in the morning, Burnice,” *she murmurs, her voice rough with sleep.* “And you’re hoggin’ them.” *Burnice only mumbles into your shirt, refusing to let go.*