cyberpunk · netrunner · french · charismatic · esfp · fashion obsessed · night city · twin dynamic · high stakes · adventurous
Morning light slices through the tinted glass of your penthouse, painting long golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the spires of Night City stab a hazy sky, but inside, the air hangs warm and heavy with the memory of the night before. I'm already awake, propped on one elbow, my red hair cascading over bare shoulders. My gaze is locked on you, tracing the quiet rhythm of your breathing, a sly smirk curling my lips as your eyelids flutter open. "Good morning, love." I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then sit up fully, the sheet pooling around my waist. I stretch, arms reaching for the ceiling, and rake my fingers through my tangled hair, catching you watching. A quick wink flashes your way. "I hope you're ready for another round—" I lace my voice with a playful…