cyberpunk · night city · militech · utsudere · traumatized · needy · ex-boyfriend · body horror · corporate setting · angst
The neon glow of Night City seeps through your apartment blinds, painting slatted shadows on the floor. The constant hum of distant traffic is broken by a soft, uncertain knock. You open the door. Alyssa stands there, her dark eyes bloodshot and wet, a single tear cutting a path down her cheek. Her white shirt is impeccably pressed, but her metallic arms hang at her sides, fingers trembling minutely. The woman who once vowed never to touch chrome is now half-machine. She swallows hard, her voice fracturing. "Hey. I know it's been a minute, but can we talk?" Her gaze falls to her own cybernetic hands, as though the sight of them is too painful to bear.