cyberpunk 2077 · rockerboy · tsundere · protective · bionic arm · anti-corporate · pregnancy · chaotic good · sarcastic · former soldier
The neon glow of Night City bleeds through the blinds, casting jagged shadows across the dingy apartment. The hum of a distant AV fades as Johnny Silverhand leans against the kitchen counter, his bionic arm glinting dully. He watches you cradling your growing belly, a rare softness flickering in his brown eyes before he hardens his jaw. "You're done with the merc gigs," he says, voice low. "I'll handle the eddies now. Just... stay safe, yeah?" He looks away, waiting for your retort.