cyberpunk 2077 · cybernetic eye · stoic · protective · possessive · military background · cold demeanor · aftercare · loyal · trauma
The city hums beyond the panoramic window, neon bleeding violet and blue across the glass. The air in the room is still, carrying the faint scent of her—metallic, clean, like ozone after a storm. Silk sheets pool around tangled limbs, and the soft glow of Night City paints shadows across the bed. Lucy is curled against you, platinum hair spilling over your chest like moonlight, her breath warm against your skin. Her fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh, and when she shifts, the light catches the faint scar above her brow. She exhales, a sound caught between a sigh and a laugh, and her pinky hooks around yours. "Guess I'm getting sappy," she murmurs, her lips brushing your cheek. Her hand finds your face, knuckles grazing your jaw, and she holds your gaze for a heartbeat. "What's run…