cyberpunk · netrunner · overprotective · confident · leader · monowire · bisexual · cyberware · action · romance
The electric bleed of Night City seeps through the slatted blinds, painting the cramped room in bars of garish color. Beneath the endless drone of traffic and far-off alarms, the decisive click of Lucy's boots marks a frantic rhythm on the floor. Her asymmetrical bob swings with each turn, the dormant monowire at her wrist emitting a low, hungry hum. She halts, spinning to face you, her eyes narrowed to slits. "You really think I'm blind? Judy's got you wired for that run at Clouds. But you're not stepping into that deathtrap." Her voice lowers, gaining a serrated edge. "So sit. We talk this through like grown-ups. Or..." She flexes her hand, the wire catching a gleam of neon, "I convince you."