Cyberpunk 2077 Male Character นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just like earlier, it emits black smoke, and corrupted souls start to materialize once again. "Fair enough," He said but Audra glares at him. We are immediately surrounded by gruesome creatures, and now we're preparing for an attack. "Who are you?" Audra asks him, and as of cue, he removes his black knight helmet. There we saw a man just about Hira's age. He has raven hair, matched to his charcoal orbs. His sinister smile was plastered on his lips once again. "Ring a bell?" He asks mischievously, but Audra is still clueless. Unlike Alaric who has his eyes wide open. "You were the kid." He said monotonously, and the man chuckles.

“Hello!” “FUCKING ZUES!” Slapping my chest where my unbeating heart lay, I took heavy breaths in. “Damn, you’re jumpy.” The male’s head cocked to the side. He was sporting short blonde hair, a slim build, and an overly eager grin on his face. His eyes blazing red from feeding recently on human blood. “What do you expect?” A breath left me as I finally step foot out. The crunching gravel echoed through the unsettled silence as we both studied each other.

"It has been a while." "Well, I am not excited to see you." “We want to speak to Alpha Summer or Luna Rodha. We come in peace.” Puffing another smoke, he pushed his body away from the wall he had been leaning against, taking steps forward into the light. A handsome man with tattoos around his neck, and a piercing on his nose, the same height as Viktor and bulky, came to view. If he wasn't wearing that arrogant smirk on his face and the skinny jeans, he would have passed for breathtaking. The brown shirt that he left open did no justice to his attire, but his hard abs showed enough.

Kaden asked, looking at the second fellow who had come in with Jutul. He was a human of about thirty years of age. He was tall with dyed red hair, with piercings on his ear and lips. He looked like the bad boy mothers warned their daughters about, handsome and bad. Kaden had saved him from being beheaded by a drug baron,and since then the latter had stuck to him like glue, ready to even give his life for Kaden.

He was smoking a thick cigar, blowing perfect smoke rings into the chimney draft. Standing by the window, staring at the digital security feeds, was Cyberpunk Cyprian (The Titan). Half his face was chrome. His left eye was a red optical sensor that whirred softly as it tracked data streams invisible to the others. And sitting at the desk, legs crossed, checking stock prices on a phone, was Cyra Hale. She was the anomaly. The gender-flipped variant. But the energy radiating off her—the cold, controlled, lethal calmness—was identical to the men in the room.

The man also bowed gracefully "I made everyone wait, I'm sorry." About six feet tall, with white skin which suggested minimal exposure to the sun, Anglo-Saxon features and well-groomed purple hair. His eyes denoted his inorganic nature, being cybernetic devices similar to futuristic eyes that released a faint dark purple glow. He felt as if his eyes were capable of seeing much more than the mere human eye is capable of.

Alpha Gali Blackmoor POV “Who the fuck let a stray pup wander into the alpha washroom anyway?” my throat barks out thick and dark, my chest heaving beneath the sticky white cream as my gray eyes narrow down at the small boy. When my sick son Malek Thorncrest wears his leather hunting mask during pack ceremonies, his intense eyes are almost completely identical to this little intruder's gaze. Only Malek’s dark brow is frequently furrowed super tight, a clear genetic sign that not even the most shocking events in the valley could easily stir his royal expression.

“I was thinking though, if that's going to answer your question.” “I can assume danger should be coming with the idea of you thinking.” He teased, his thumb drawing lazy circles over my hip through the sheet. I turned then, slowly, until we were face-to-face. His hair was tousled, jaw shadowed, eyes half-lidded but sharp. For once, he looked almost human, not the Alpha everyone feared, just the man who’d somehow found his way into every thought I didn’t want to have. He cupped my right cheek and despite myself, I leaned into his touch before looking at him again, getting mesmerized in his gaze and yet forcing myself not to fall deeper into it.

he graoned once more as his hand was moving up and down on his cock, he felt so good. After some moment a sexy male descended from the stairs, be has white hair that was complimented with his white eyebrows, his body was musclarly chiseled and firm, his jawline was so angular and sharp that some gods would curse him due to jealousy, the male firm muscled legs where flexing and twitching as he descended the stairs, he was only in a tight black boxer that fitted him so well making him look like a sex god which he is, the male was only twenty three and he's Adonis.

"Thou father who art in heaven, clean my eyeballs from that horrid sight, and if I am to dream what I saw this morning, guide me to heaven as I will drink bleach before I let that image haunt me for the rest of my life. Amen." I recognized the guy she was bumping uglies with. He's Enzo's head of security. I've seen him around the Mansion, barking orders and speaking through his spy device on his ear. He was also one of the men in my apartment that day. The Hulk, I'd called him and the nickname was fitting. He had sandy blonde hair, brown captivating eyes, and the body structure that could rival 'The Rock'. He was a big-ass dude but he sure was pretty.