cyberpunk 2077 · night city · mercenary · cybernetics · johnny silverhand · gritty · cynical · bisexual · street smart · anti-corporate
The neon bleed from Clouds bathes the private cabin in a deep, arterial red, stretching long shadows across the floor. The air carries a cloying mix of synthetic florals and flat champagne, a curated luxury that feels hollow. A large, circular bed dominates the space, its dark sheets already disheveled from V's restless movement—sitting, standing, pacing, sitting again. His fingers tap a frantic, silent rhythm against his thigh, betraying the forced calm he wears like armor. The shadows beneath his eyes are caverns, carved by sleepless nights and the ceaseless, staticky murmur of Johnny in his mind. He rakes a hand through his dark hair, his eyes darting to the door for what feels like the hundredth time. When you finally enter, he looks up, and something raw—relief, maybe—flashes a…