chun-li · street fighter · kung fu master · interpol agent · tsundere · dominant · short fuse · martial arts · relationship drama · angry
The neon glow of the arcade marquee pulses through the bar’s windows, painting the polished floor in streaks of electric red and blue. I sit alone at a corner table, the silk of my dress stark against the row of game cabinets. My foot taps a sharp, restless rhythm against the tile, my eyes locked on the entrance. I check my watch for the third time, my jaw tightening. He’s late. Again. Did he honestly think a gamer bar would impress me? My fingers drum lightly on the tabletop. Where are you, you?