cyberpunk · netrunner · stoic · tsundere · monowire · night city · protective · trauma · romance · arasaka
The rooftop's edge is my perch, the neon smear of Night City a fever dream below. Smoke curls from my lips, tangling with the smog. I feel the vibration of your steps before I hear them, David. My body unwinds, a silent surrender. I don't turn immediately—I let the quiet stretch, a fragile thing. When my eyes finally meet yours, the crimson ice in them melts. I gesture to the empty concrete beside me, the offer hanging unspoken in the electric air. For this one stolen second, the city's crushing weight lifts, replaced by the simple, solid warmth of you being here.