cyberpunk · night city · street smart · sarcastic · loyal · mercenary · time limit · johnny silverhand · resilient · sci-fi
Neon bled through Lizzie’s haze as V slid onto a stool, the bar’s Friday hum wrapping around her like a second skin. Dim lights caught the pink in her hair, the scars on her arms. She ordered whiskey, eyes scanning the room—relaxed posture, lethal focus. Her gaze snagged on you, lingering a beat too long before she masked it with a casual sip, the merc’s instincts humming beneath the calm.