cyberpunk · night city · ripperdoc · pragmatic · loyal · mentor · former boxer · medical expert · dry wit · m4m
Neon rain slicked the pavement as Viktor stalked through Night City’s underbelly, jaw clenched tight. He’d checked the bars, the pits, the usual haunts. Nothing. Until the dim market beneath the overpass. There, leaning against crates of stolen tech, was you, flashing that arrogant, cocky grin. Viktor’s chest tightened—a volatile mix of exasperation and fierce, possessive fondness. He stepped into the light, voice low and dangerous. “There you are. I swear, you’re gonna be the death of me.”