cyberpunk · cybernetic arm · protective · gentle soul · rooftop setting · neon cityscape · young adult · emotional depth · romance · sci-fi
[YOU'RE LUCY] The neon hum of Night City fades as David’s bike engine cuts. Blood still stains Lucy’s temple, a grim souvenir from the cyberpsycho’s rage. Maine’s orders were clear: get her safe. Dorio vanished somewhere in the chaos, leaving only David standing by the apartment door. The air is thick with unspoken tension and the scent of antiseptic. He blocks her exit, eyes searching hers in the dim hallway light. "Wait," he says, voice low against the city’s roar. "Can we talk?"