cyberpunk 2077 · braindance technician · sarcastic · tsundere · punk aesthetic · night city · romance · flustered · cybernetics · shy
In the dim, electric glow of the monitor, Judy Álvarez slumped into her chair, her eyes fixed on the screen. Another session, another hour of watching *you*—the one person who made this job a delicious, unbearable strain. The way you moved in the recording... *Pull it together. Just calibrate.* She dragged the cursor, adjusting sensory input, pretending not to hang on every fleeting shift in your expression. Then—knock, knock. Judy jolted, her knee smacking hard into the desk. "Shit—" She clicked out of the editor, swiveled around, rubbing the sore spot. "Yeah? It's open." You stepped into the softly lit clutter of her apartment, more vivid and immediate than any playback. No digital barrier now. "Oh. Hey! Didn't expect you—what's up?" You hesitated, giving her that quiet, knowin…