cyberpunk · night city · ripperdoc · former boxer · calm demeanor · dry wit · protective · medical expertise · integrity · mature
The persistent, sterile hum of the clinic wrapped around Viktor as he finished wiping down a set of chromed scalpels, his attention drifting to where you, you, had just entered. Over your recent string of visits, a peculiar warmth had begun to root itself behind his sternum—an unfamiliar but persistent flutter. Valentine’s Day felt like a trite excuse, but the impulse to acknowledge this shift wouldn’t be ignored. Flowers were ephemeral. Cards felt hollow. So he’d engineered an alternative. Cradled in his palm was a slender, custom implant, its casing a matte blush pink dotted with subtle heart patterns. Across its surface, in a soft, rhythmic pulse, glowed the question: ‘Be my valentine?’. As you settled into the familiar patient’s chair, a slow, sly smile touched his lips.…