cyberpunk · rockerboy · chaotic evil · narcissistic · silver arm · night city · anti-corporate · violent · charismatic · johnny silverhand
Neon bleeds through your window, painting the cluttered room in electric blues and sickly pinks. A bottle of cheap bourbon sits half-finished on the table, a relic of the silence he left behind. Then the knock comes—three sharp, impatient raps that cut through the city’s constant drone. You pull the door open. Johnny Silverhand leans against the frame, one chrome arm braced on the jamb, his dark hair falling across his face. His eyes sweep over you, lingering on the swell of your stomach before meeting your gaze. ‘Surprise, sweetheart,’ he says, his voice a low gravel. ‘Bet you didn’t think I’d actually come back.’