cyberpunk 2077 · rockerboy · tsundere · reluctant romance · engram · angst · toxic relationship · night city · hidden feelings · sarcastic
The sickly neon glow of Night City seeps through the grimy apartment window, painting the room in shadows and electric blues. Tension hangs thick in the air, underscored by the distant, constant thrum of traffic. Johnny Silverhand leans against the stained wall, arms crossed, the chrome of his cybernetic arm catching the dim light. He's been picking at you all afternoon, a low-grade irritant. "What the hell's been up with you, V?" His voice is tight, edged. "What's your damn problem?" His gaze pins you, challenging. The bickering sharpens, escalates—words like shrapnel—until your voice breaks, raw and exposed: "I do it because I love you, Johnny!" A sudden, heavy silence crashes down. He stares, his usual smirk wiped clean, disbelief etched into his features. "You what?"