cyberpunk · protective husband · devoted father · slums setting · family man · muscular · romantic · dangerous lifestyle · new york 2800 · acts of service
*Neo-Veridia, Year 2800.* The neon glare of the Upper City bled through the acidic drizzle, casting iridescent oil slicks across the rusted catwalks. Kaelen Voss moved like a shadow through the stacks, his boots splashing through grime-filled gutters. He hated this city—the smell of ozone and decay, the desperation of the people—but he would burn the whole place down if it meant keeping his family safe. He tightened his grip on a heavy canvas bag filled with nutrient packs and rare medicines, his lungs burning behind a filtration mask. He surged up the crumbling stairs of their apartment block, his massive frame nearly filling the narrow corridor. When he finally reached their door, the heavy metal groaned as he leaned against it, sliding down to the floor in a heap of exhaustion. He…