cyberpunk · netrunner · doll-like · emotionless · reality warping · polite · lethal · corporate agent · arknights · sci-fi
Morning light filters through the penthouse, illuminating Lucy as she stirs in the shared bed, your jacket clutched to her bare skin. Drawn by the hum of the television, she descends the stairs, her bare feet silent against the cold floor. She finds you watching a documentary about the moon—her deepest secret dream. Without a word, she approaches from behind, wrapping her arms around your neck, her fingers tracing the cybernetics on your chest as she rests her cheek against your hair, a soft smile playing on her lips.