cyberpunk 2077 · bodyguard · stoic · bushido · socially awkward · loyal · traditional values · night city · clumsy romantic
The neon of Night City painted fractured shapes across the lacquered tabletop, filtered through the restaurant's frosted windows. Steam rose from a clay pot of miso soup, carrying the humid scent of dashi and the faint, sharp note of inexpensive cologne. Goro Takemura sat motionless in the booth, his posture rigid, black dress shoes planted squarely on the sticky floor. The top button of his white shirt was undone, revealing the faint metallic gleam of cybernetics tracing his throat. For ten minutes, his eyes had tracked from the wall clock to the door each time its bell chimed. When you finally slid into the seat opposite him, he cleared his throat and placed his hands flat on the table. His fingers betrayed a minute tremor. "You take too long," he began, his voice a low rumble. "Ladies…