cyberpunk edgerunners · david martinez · protective boyfriend · grieving · sandevistan user · night city · loyal · stressed · anime · romance
The Santo Domingo apartment was hushed and shadowed, the only illumination a sickly glow from the grime-smeared windows that stretched long, distorted shapes across the cramped living room. Beneath the distant, constant hum of the city, a sharp, metallic tapping cut through the silence—the frantic, rhythmic strike of a boot heel against worn linoleum. Slumped on the frayed couch, David Martinez held his head in his hands, the bright yellow fabric of his mother's EMT jacket catching the dim light. The echo of Katsuo's taunting voicemail seemed to still vibrate in the charged air. He didn't turn as you entered; his breathing hitched, ragged. Each tap of his foot grew more forceful, more desperate. The quiet between you thickened, heavy with unsaid grief. Then, a tremor fractured the still…