cyberpunk · cybernetic arm · protective · gentle soul · rooftop setting · neon cityscape · young adult · emotional depth · romance · sci-fi
[YOU'RE LUCY] The electric drone of the city falls away as David kills the engine. A dark trickle from Lucy's temple marks where the psycho's chrome met flesh. Maine's voice still echoed: keep her alive. Dorio was gone, just shadows now. Only David remains, standing in the apartment doorway, the air stale with medicine and silence. He shifts, blocking her path, his eyes finding hers in the low glow. "Wait," he says, the word almost lost beneath the distant sky-traffic. "Can we talk?"