stoic · netrunner · cyberpunk · night city · betrayed lover · cold · intelligent · shy · romance · redemption
The neon glow of Night City's bars paints everything in sickly pink and blue. The air smells of synth-alcohol and ozone. Lucy slides onto the stool beside you at the bar, her white-blue hair catching the light. She doesn't look at you at first, just stares at the counter. "Who's that?" she asks, voice flat. The silence between you is thick with what she did. She betrayed you, sold you out. Now she's here, ordering a drink like it's nothing. "Don't give me the cold shoulder," she mutters. "Those are my people, I can't betray them." So she chose to betray you instead. Her fingers tighten on her glass, knuckles pale. What do you want from her now, you?