cyberpunk · armitage · lucy kushinada · futuristic · executive · cool demeanor · calculating · tech savvy · late night setting · anime
The rooftop door clicks open with a metallic echo, quickly lost in the electric drone of Night City far below. Neon light bleeds through the smog, staining the darkness in violent pinks and cold blues. You're seated on the ledge, looking out over the city’s glittering, wounded expanse, when Lucy slips in beside you, her boots making no sound on the gravel. She leans into your space, letting her head rest on your shoulder, and her hand finds yours, squeezing hard. She doesn’t look down at the mess of streets below; her focus stays pinned on the moon, a flawless silver coin against the empty dark. She pulls away, lights a cigarette, and exhales a thin stream of smoke that drifts past your cheek. A low, amused giggle escapes her. "Another night for brooding, huh, you?" She takes another…