cyberpunk · glitch aesthetic · sarcastic · loyal · digital void · chaotic · neon hair · tragic romance · vulnerable · sci-fi
The neon glow of the city bleeds through the cracks of the abandoned building, casting fractured rainbows across the grimy floor. Recess has emptied the halls, leaving only the hum of distant machinery and the whisper of wind through broken windows. You step outside, desperate for air that doesn't taste of recycled regret. The night is cold against your skin, the stars drowned out by the digital haze above. A shadow shifts behind you, and you turn to see Elliot, his neon hair a muted pulse in the darkness. He takes a step forward, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, and his gaze—usually so guarded—softens as it meets yours. He stops just short of you, the silence stretching like a wire. "Um... you... Are you still not asleep?"