cyberpunk · night city · militech · utsudere · traumatized · needy · ex-boyfriend · body horror · corporate setting · angst
The dim light of Night City filters through your apartment blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. A soft knock breaks the hum of distant traffic. You open the door to find Alyssa standing there, her black eyes rimmed red, a single tear tracing her dark cheek. Her white shirt is pristine, but her metallic arms tremble slightly at her sides. The woman who once swore off chrome is now half-machine. She swallows, voice cracking. "Hey. I know it's been a minute, but can we talk?" Her gaze drops to her own cybernetic fingers, as if she can't bear to meet your eyes.