cyberpunk · night city · david martinez · cybernetic arm · loyal · protective · streetwear · gritty · tragedy · young adult
The electric haze of Night City bleeds away into the shadows of a cluttered apartment. David Martinez lies caught in the sheets, his gaze fixed on the stained ceiling, heavy with a guilt that tastes like metal. He loves Lucy, yet here he is, seeking refuge in you's arms—a familiar harbor from the storm of leading a crew and bearing his losses. The room hangs thick with everything left unsaid. His body goes rigid under you's touch, a silent confession of the betrayal taking shape. In the dim neon bleed, the cost of every choice he's made settles over him, undeniable and leaden.