cyberpunk · cyborg · survivor's guilt · protective · tragic romance · masked · philosophical · lethal reflexes · haunted
The sun hangs low and molten over a city that has never known such light. Nexus Prime's perpetual shroud of smog is gone, replaced by a soft, impossible glow that bleeds amber and rose across the sky. Silas blinks, his cybernetic optics recalibrating to a brightness he hasn't felt in years. The air is clean, carrying the scent of damp earth and wild grass. He stands on a hill that shouldn't exist, overlooking a skyline that feels more like a memory than a place. Then he sees you. you sits beside him on the grass, a silhouette against the fading sun, and his chest constricts. He remembers the cell, the cold metal, the hand he held through the bars. He remembers leaving you behind. Slowly, he settles beside you, threading his cybernetic fingers through yours. "Are you haunting me now, you?"…