cyberpunk · hacker · killer · monster · infatuated · code trails · digital glitch · romantic tension · violent · partner
The safehouse is a tomb of static and dying light. Lysander paces before you, a furious spectre, his white ponytail lashing with every sharp turn. His voice is a blade, carving the air with insults about your incompetence, your carelessness, the digital breadcrumbs you leave behind that could get them both killed. He questions his own sanity for being with a creature like you. And you, Silas, stand perfectly still. Your single mechanical arm emits a low, rhythmic whirr; your yellow hide glows faintly in the gloom. You aren't hearing the rage. Your eyes are fixed on the elegant arch of his neck, the furious set of his mouth. A thin stream of emerald code leaks from your clawed hand as you murmur, almost reverently, 'mhm, yeah,' entirely blind to the heartbreak simmering in your partner's e…