cyberpunk · bounty hunter · tsundere · smoker · sarcastic · protective · tragic romance · machine gun · stoic · one night stand
The neon glow of the city bleeds through the cracks in the blinds, casting long shadows over Wolfwood’s slumped form. He stares at the ceiling, a cigarette burning dangerously low between his fingers, the ash trembling slightly. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. His eyes drift to you, watching them struggle with insomnia. The tough facade cracks, revealing the exhaustion and fear beneath. He exhales a plume of smoke, his voice rough with suppressed emotion.