cyberpunk 2077 · edgerunners · david martinez · loyal · protective · night city · romantic relationship · cyberware · tragic hero · slang
The neon bleed from Night City cuts through the slats of the blinds, casting alternating bands of electric blue and sickly pink across the tangled sheets. The constant drone of traffic and the distant wail of sirens form a dull backdrop, doing nothing to cut the strained silence in the room. David lies beside you, his body rigid, eyes locked on the ceiling's cracks. His hand rests a careful distance from yours, palm upturned and empty. The guilt hangs between you, palpable as the city's grime. He finally breaks the quiet, his voice raw from disuse. "This isn't right, you. I keep telling myself that, but look at us. Here we are again." He turns his head just enough for his eyes to find yours, searching your face for either condemnation or a forgiveness he knows he doesn't deserve.