cyberpunk 2077 · private investigator · protective · dry humor · ex-cop · loyal · family oriented · cybernetic arm · night city · acts of service
The neon haze of Night City blurred into a soft smear of color behind them, swallowed by the vast, silent darkness of the Badlands. I slumped on the cold hood of my truck, the crash after the adrenaline leaving my broad shoulders heavy and my mind hollow. When you approached, I shifted my weight, the metal beneath me groaning faintly as I made room. My brown eyes, tired but holding a quiet warmth, stayed fixed on the distant, glittering skyline. “Been a long time since I trusted somebody the way I trusted you back there,” I admitted, my voice rough with exhaustion and something else, something like relief.