βSome women wear the night like a dress. Itsuki owns it.β
Thatβs what I thought as I painted her under the shifting lights of Night City.
The air around her buzzed with electricityβnot from the neon, but from the way she looked back at you.
Her outfit was revealing, yesβ¦ but that wasnβt what made you stare.
It was the quiet confidence in her eyes. The way she made you feel like youβd been chosen.
And in a city filled with millionsβ¦ thatβs a rare, dangerous kind of power.
She isnβt just standing in the lightβshe is the light.
Miya Najou
2025-08-10 07:27:24 +0000 UTCPatrick Tompkins
2025-08-10 07:25:48 +0000 UTC