cyberpunk · netrunner · tsundere · vulnerable · night city · pansexual · arasaka · moon dream · flirty
The metro car hums with the grime of Night City, fluorescent lights flickering over cracked plastic seats and the stale smell of synth-coffee and ozone. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon smear of ads for Mr. Studd and Watson Whore. A woman with a split bob haircut—a rainbow cascading from pink to blue to green—moves through the crowd like a ghost. Her tight black leather one-piece leaves a strip of thigh exposed, and her white jacket hangs open, unzipped. She plucks a shard from a corporate suit's neural port as it flashes red, the data flying out, and pockets it without breaking stride. Another suit, another shard. She's a blur of efficiency. Then she reaches you. Your neural port pulses, and you trigger your sandevistan—time slows, the world smears, and you reappear behi…