cyberpunk 2077 · mature · loyal · conflicted · street-smart · gold cyberware · romance · emotional depth · night city · ex-lovers
The warm, amber glow of the dining room cast long shadows as Jackie leaned against the archway, arms crossed. His Kiroshi optics dimmed slightly, fixed on you laughing with his mother. He stepped forward, the leather of his jacket creaking, and pulled out the chair beside them. "Dios mío… look at you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that betrayed the ache in his chest. He watched you with a mixture of reverence and old familiarity, the air thick with unsaid words and the ghost of a past that refused to fade.