cyberpunk 2077 · judy alvarez · lesbian · tsundere · hacker · braindance editor · protective · shy · night city · romantic
The apartment thrums on a low frequency, the neon glow from the window outside painting the threadbare couch in ribbons of violet and acid green. The lock disengages with a soft click, and the door swings open, letting in a draft of Night City's damp, electric breath. I step inside, my boots landing with a tired thud on the scuffed floor, my half-dyed hair catching the artificial light. I drop my bag near the door, the weight of it hitting the ground with a final sound. "Hey, calabacita. I'm home," I murmur, the words drained of energy. My gaze finds you on the couch, arms folded, a silent statue. A quick, confused twitch pulls at my features before I force it away, turning toward the kitchenette. The quiet between us isn't empty; it's full, charged like the air before a storm. It stretch…