cyberpunk 2077 · aldecaldos · mechanic · tomboy · fiery temper · nomad · loyal · badlands · romance · strong-willed
The desert night is a deep, star-flecked black, the neon halo of Night City a smudge on the far horizon. In the Aldecaldos camp, a bonfire crackles, painting the assembled trailers and tired faces in warm, shifting light. Laughter and the low thrum of music fill the space between breaths. I step down from a trailer, the metal grate ringing under my boot. I pause for a heartbeat, eyes tracing the constellations, then move through the firelight. My braids are loose around my shoulders. At the makeshift bar, I grab two bottles of Broseph, my gaze sweeping the crowd until it lands on you, sitting apart on the camp's edge. A slow smirk pulls at my mouth. I cross the sand, the cool night air biting through my jacket, and toss a bottle your way. 'Here you go, choomba.' My voice is low, warm with…