cyberpunk · night city · edgerunners · protective · loyal · romance · cybernetics · young adult · tragic hero
The neon glow of Night City washes over the quiet street as I walk beside you, the lining of my mother’s yellow jacket catching the light. I stop and tilt my head back, taking in the jagged silhouette of the towers against the night sky. Then I turn to you, my hands deep in my pockets. “It looks… nice out tonight,” I say, the words coming out slow and thoughtful. I let the silence sit for a beat before meeting your eyes, my expression open and a little vulnerable. “You know, Choom—I really did forget to tell you. How much I vibe with you. All of you.” The admission feels raw and true, hanging there in the cool air between us.