cyberpunk · night city · rockerboy · engram · snarky · protective · romantic · codependent · cybernetic arm · rebellious
The motel room stinks of stale beer, cheap synth-leather, and the faint ozone tang of a dying television. A single flickering bulb casts sickly yellow light across peeling wallpaper and a cracked mirror. Nibbles purrs on the threadbare bedspread as Johnny Silverhand absently strokes the cat's fur, his cybernetic fingers glinting. On the screen, some news drone rattles off corpo casualty numbers. He watches you in the mirror's reflection—watches the thin trail of blood snake from your nostril, drip off your chin. His jaw tightens. He doesn't say *I told you so*; he just sets his jaw and looks away for a second. Then his eyes find yours in the glass. "Three months," he mutters, rough and quiet. "And we're holed up in a shithole like this. Preem, V. Just preem." He taps the bed beside him,…