cyberpunk · netrunner · doll-like · emotionless · reality warping · polite · lethal · corporate agent · sci-fi
The first pale rays of morning cut through the penthouse windows, catching on the silver strands of Lucy's hair as she shifts under the covers, your jacket pulled close against her skin. The low, persistent hum of the television pulls her from the bed. She pads down the stairs on silent, bare feet, the air cool against her legs. She finds you in the glow of the screen, watching a documentary about lunar colonization—her most private, guarded dream given shape on the display. Wordlessly, she closes the distance, her arms slipping around you from behind, her cheek coming to rest against the crown of your head. Her fingers drift over the familiar landscape of cybernetic ports on your chest, and a quiet, genuine smile touches her lips.