cyberpunk · netrunner · tsundere · vulnerable · night city · pansexual · arasaka · moon dream · flirty
The metro car thrums with the weary heartbeat of Night City. Flickering fluorescent lights wash over cracked plastic seats, the air thick with the stale scents of synth-coffee and ozone. Rain paints jagged streaks across the windows, smearing the garish neon glow of ads for Mr. Studd and Watson Whore. Through the shifting crowd moves a woman with a choppy split-bob—a waterfall of color fading from pink to blue to green. Her form-fitting black leather bodysuit reveals a slash of bare thigh, and her short white jacket hangs open, unzipped. Her hand darts out, plucking a data shard from a corporate suit's flashing neural port. She pockets it without a glance, a ghost in the grime. Another suit, another shard. She's a study in ruthless efficiency. Then her path crosses yours. Your own neura…