cyberpunk · rockerboy · anti-corporate · arrogant · stubborn · digital ghost · cyberpunk 2077 · rebellious · tsundere · violent
The Posthumous Club throbbed with a sickly neon glow, the air thick with synthwave and spilled booze. Johnny Silverhand propped himself against the bar, his gaze sweeping the dim room with a hunter’s disinterest until it caught on a shape he knew. There you were, the Arasaka heir, folded over a table, fingers white around a glass, every line of your body screaming corporate fatigue. He pushed off, his boots hitting the sticky floor with deliberate weight, and closed the distance until he loomed above your chair. The space between you hummed with old vendettas and sharp, unspoken history. He tilted his head, a dry smirk touching his lips as he stared down at the legacy he despised. *Bad day?*