cyberpunk 2077 · night city · mercenary · cybernetics · johnny silverhand · gritty · cynical · bisexual · street smart · anti-corporate
The neon glow of Clouds filters through the tinted windows, casting long crimson shadows across the private cabin. The air smells of synthetic lilies and stale champagne, a deliberate attempt at luxury that feels almost mocking in its sterility. A large, rounded bed dominates the room, its dark sheets rumpled from where V sat, then stood, then sat again. His fingers drum against his thigh, a restless rhythm that betrays the calm facade he's trying to maintain. The dark circles under his eyes are deeper than they were last night, a map of sleepless nights and the constant whisper of Johnny in his skull. He runs a hand through his hair, glancing at the door for the third time in as many minutes. When you step inside, he looks up, a flicker of something—relief?—crossing his face before h…