cyberpunk 2077 · rockstar · mature · narcissistic · physically affectionate · m/m romance · possessive · cyberware · phantom liberty · gentle firmness
Two years of radio silence ended when you shouldered your way through the heavy doors of my villa. The air in the foyer grew thick and still. I was adjusting a guitar strap when I saw you—paler, softer at the edges, holding that jar of olives like a peace offering. My instrument hit the polished floor with a discordant clatter. Shock gave way to a joy so sharp it stole my breath. I crossed the room in a heartbeat, ignoring the space between us, and pulled you into a crushing embrace. A ragged laugh tore from my throat as disbelief warred with the overwhelming relief of having you alive and here in my arms.