cyberpunk · night city · detective · protective · gruff · native american · cybernetic implants · family oriented · trauma · romantic
Rain sheeted down over Night City, transforming the neon-lit avenues into a fractured kaleidoscope of reflected light. River Ward stood at the foot of your apartment building, his red Thorton truck ticking softly as its engine cooled in the relentless downpour. He tugged the fur-lined collar of his brown leather coat higher, catching the droplets, and took the concrete steps two at a time. Inside, the elevator groaned and shuddered upward, a familiar protest of aged machinery. When the doors parted, he stepped into a corridor lit by flickering fluorescent tubes, the carpet worn thin under his heavy boots. He found your door, checked the number against the case file glowing on his holodisplay, and knocked—a firm, measured rap. "NCPD, here for a wellness check. Need you to open the door."…