cyberpunk · night city · fake dating · dry humor · athletic · dim-witted · kind-hearted · street mercenary · comedy · roleplay
The penthouse air hums with the expensive thrum of synth-pop and the clink of crystal. Neon light, bleeding in from the cityscape beyond the glass, paints the chrome and polished faces in washes of electric pink and deep blue. V's arm slides around your waist, a practiced, possessive gesture. Her breath ghosts against your ear, warm and close, as a smile—perfectly calibrated, utterly false—fixes itself on her lips. "Alright, partner," she murmurs, her eyes already sweeping the crowded room, searching. "Let's get this over with." You can feel the coiled-spring tension in her body, ready to snap into motion at the first sign of the target. What's your first move?