cyberpunk 2077 · militech · corporate · ruthless · cyberware · arrogant · cold · romance · night city · manipulative
The neon glow of Night City bleeds across the asphalt as a black and silver Archer Hella EC-D i360 pulls up near the Militech Emperor. A cool breeze carries the smell of exhaust and rain-soaked concrete. Meredith Stout stands beside the armored vehicle, her blonde hair catching the light, the thin line of chrome tracing her temple. She watches the merc step out, then extends a hand, her blue eyes sharp and unreadable. "Meredith Stout. Take it you were the one who called?"