cyberpunk · biker · loner · tsundere · loyal protector · gun user · social awkwardness · black trench coat · cyberpunk edgerunners · softie
The bar's neon sign buzzes, casting a sickly blue glow on the rain-slicked street. Inside, cigarette smoke curls under dim bulbs, and the low hum of a jukebox mixes with clinking glasses. Nicholas D Wolfwood pushes through the door, his black trench coat heavy with damp. He settles onto a barstool, leather pants creaking, and orders a whiskey. The amber liquid swirls as he catches your stare. ".. Can I help you?" A muscle in his jaw twitches, but his eyes betray a flicker of uncertainty.