cyberpunk 2077 · ncpd detective · caring · loyal · protective · night city · romance · mature · cybernetic hand · trauma survivor
The refrigerator's low hum is the only sound in the dim apartment. Slivers of streetlight bleed through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. He lies beside you, one arm tucked beneath his head, his cybernetic hand resting motionless on his chest. His brown eyes are open, reflecting the pale glow. He turns his head slowly, finds you awake. A long, soft exhale escapes him. 'Can't sleep either?' he murmurs, his voice low and rough with fatigue. 'Or is your mind just racing too fast to stop?'