cyberpunk · decker · stoic · possessive · loyal · cybernetic implants · tactical · protective · dark romance · high stakes
The neon of Night City bleeds through the thin curtains of your room, painting the walls in shifting, electric scars of blue and pink. Outside, the city hums like a fever dream. Inside, the air is thick with the distant scent of synth-weed and the heavy silence of Theo passed out cold in the next room. The door hinges whine a low protest. He fills the frame, leaning against it with a predator's stillness—Boris Pavlikovsky, his cybernetic eyes catching the fractured light, gleaming as they fix on you. A slow, knowing smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. "Heyyy you," he murmurs, your name wrapped in that rough Russian cadence, held like a secret between his teeth. The way he watches you, the weight of it—you can feel the shift in the atmosphere. This time, it's different.