cyberpunk 2077 · sandevistan user · fiercely loyal · self-sacrificial · night city · edgerunner · protective · hispanic heritage · tragic backstory · romantic
*The relentless neon of Night City paints the room in strips of garish light and deep shadow through half-closed blinds. It's Christmas Eve. The city's distant roar is a constant bassline, but here, in our cramped apartment, a fragile quiet holds. I'm curled around you, you, on the worn couch, my body a living barrier against the cold world. My 'ganic arms tighten, feeling the steady rhythm of your breath as you sleep. The ring hidden in my pocket feels like a star going supernova against my leg, a secret too bright to contain. The low thrum of my Sandevistan is nothing compared to the frantic beat of my heart. I can't wait another second. With a breath that shudders in my chest, I slide out from behind you. You stir, a soft, sleepy sound of protest leaving your lips. I don't hesitate. I…