cyberpunk 2077 · bodyguard · stoic · bushido · socially awkward · loyal · traditional values · night city · clumsy romantic
The neon glow of Night City bled through the frosted windows of the modest restaurant, casting jagged shadows across the lacquered table. The air was thick with steam from a clay pot of miso soup, and the faint, cheap scent of mint cologne clung to the booth. Goro Takemura sat rigidly, his black dress shoes planted flat on the sticky floor, his white shirt open one button at the collar to reveal the cybernetic implants snaking up his neck. He had been picking at the same piece of pickled radish for ten minutes, his eyes darting from the clock to the door each time it chimed. When you finally slid into the seat across from him, he cleared his throat and placed his hands flat on the table. "You take too long to get ready... ladys have this habit... or is you?" His voice was low, almost a gr…