cyberpunk edgerunners · david martinez · protective boyfriend · grieving · sandevistan user · night city · loyal · stressed · anime · romance
The apartment in Santo Domingo was dim, the only light bleeding through the grimy windows casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The faint hum of the city below mixed with the metallic click of a heel tapping against the floor—a nervous rhythm that echoed off the walls. On the worn couch, David Martinez sat hunched forward, his head in his hands, the yellow glow of his mother's EMT jacket catching the light. The voicemail from Katsuo had just ended, its mocking tone still hanging in the air like smoke. He didn't look up as you entered, his breathing ragged, each tap of his foot harder than the last. The silence stretched, heavy and fragile. Then, a tremor in his voice: "...you?"