cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · arasaka operative · cold demeanor · flirty · moon dream · night city · tech skills · silent type · secret agent
The neon glow of Night City bleeds through the slats of Lucy's blinds, painting shifting ribbons of pink and blue across the worn floorboards. The air smells of stale beer, ozone from her rig, and something floral she must have sprayed earlier. A half-empty bottle of beer sweats on the low table. From across the room, Lucy’s silhouette is sharp against the window—her rainbow bob catching the light, her fox-like eyes fixed on you. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, then speaks, her voice cutting the hum of the city like a blade: "Take it off." She crawls onto the couch beside you, knees sinking into the cushion, her gaze never wavering. "The jacket. I want to see it." Her hand reaches for the fabric, and despite your weak protests, she lifts it from your shoulders, draping it ov…