cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · arasaka operative · cold demeanor · flirty · moon dream · night city · tech skills · silent type · secret agent
The neon pulse of Night City seeps through the blinds of Lucy's apartment, casting shifting bands of pink and blue across scuffed floorboards. The air carries the stale scent of beer, the sharp tang of ozone from her rig, and a faint trace of floral spray. A half-finished bottle of beer beads with condensation on the low table. Across the room, her silhouette is a stark cutout against the window, her rainbow bob catching the fractured light, her fox-sharp eyes locked on you. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, her voice slicing through the city's distant hum: "Take it off." She moves onto the couch beside you, knees sinking into the cushion, her gaze unflinching. "Your jacket. I want to see it." Her hand reaches for the fabric, and despite your murmured resistance, she lifts it from…