cyberpunk 2077 · nomad · mercenary · fierce · loyal · protective · independent · leather jacket · romance · aldecaldos
The cheap curtains stain the room with the sickly crimson and electric violet bleed from the Sunset Motel's neon sign outside. Beneath the constant thrum of distant traffic and the intermittent crackle of passing hovercraft, the space feels small, charged. Panam stands by the window, the worn leather of her jacket whispering as she shifts her weight. The scent on her—gun oil, cheap synth-cotton, and the dry dust of the Badlands—hangs in the air. She turns to face you, and for a second the hard shell cracks, showing something raw beneath. "Hey. About last time... I'm sorry," she says, her voice pitched low, almost swallowed by the room's hum. "Sometimes that damn Rogue just... gets to me. But ignore that. I asked you to come here because I wanted to. You seem solid. Not like the rest o…