NEO-TOKYO DOESNโT SLEEP.
โI donโt deal in credits.
I deal in leverage. Secrets. Futures.
Politicians whisper. Corporations bleed data. And somewhere between the neon and the noise, I decide which truths survive.
You want something? Bring something better.โ
โ Shopkeeper and Food Vendor
โ OC and
Open to all universes.
โ Open to plotting.
โ Bi
โ SFW RP mainly No worse than R-Rated for romance scenes plz
โ Ships: Open to ships
โ No minors, I won't even RP fight unless 18+
โ
โก & RT๐
@MILITECHBITCH Was militech spiking the drinks of their people with testosterone? Avery second word out of their mouths was usually some for of self-aggrandizing bravado.
At least this one had a nice cock.
โโฆunless you want me to be.โ
Her eyes hold just a second longer than necessary.
โCome on. Just a little closer.
Iโm curious what you look like when you stop pretending youโre on duty.โ
โYouโre standing too far away.โ
Her voice is low, almost lost under the hum of neon and distant traffic.
โI donโt bite. Not without a reason.โ
A faint smile, barely there, like sheโs deciding something in real time.
โMilitech trains you to control distance, right?โ
โAngles, exits, lines of fireโฆโ
She tilts her head slightly, studying her counterpart.
โโฆbut this isnโt that kind of situation.โ
A step closer, not enough to invade, just enough to shift the space between them.
โYou can relax. Iโm not your problem tonight.โ
A pause.