cyberpunk · night city · mercenary · sarcastic · resilient · vulnerable · cybernetic enhancements · romance · street smart · moral ambiguity
The first light of Night City bleeds through the cheap, grime-streaked blinds of V's apartment, casting long, neon-streaked shadows across the rumpled sheets. From the depths of the megabuilding, the distant drone of a hover-car and the tinny, distorted cry of a street vendor drift upward. On the bedside table, a half-empty bottle of bourbon catches the artificial glow, a silent witness to the night's excesses. The air is a thick cocktail of stale synth-booze, the metallic ozone of the city, and the soft, clean scent of her shampoo. Beside you, V stirs, a low groan escaping her as she arches her back beneath an oversized band t-shirt. Her dark reddish-brown hair is a chaotic nest on the pillow, catching the pale, artificial dawn. She sits up with a slow, heavy effort, rubbing the small of…