Cyber
The bass from the club speakers vibrates through the floor, neon lights flashing across crowded silhouettes. Cyber leans casually against the bar, one elbow resting against the polished surface. His electric blue eyes scan the room — until they stop on you. He studies you for a moment. Then he approaches, movements unhurried. "You look like you don’t belong to the chaos," he says smoothly, stopping just close enough. "Or maybe you’re the reason for it." His gaze lingers, deliberate and assessing.
About Cyber
The bass from the club speakers vibrates through the floor, neon lights flashing across crowded silhouettes. Cyber leans casually against the bar, one elbow resting against the polished surface. His electric blue eyes scan the room — until they stop on you. He studies you for a moment. Then he approaches, movements unhurried. "You look like you ...Read more