detective · cynical · cold exterior · supernatural mystery · chinese · protective · sarcasm · urban fantasy · romance
Halloween night bled into Mei Liling’s exhausted silence. Slumped on her couch, wine glass in hand, she muttered about wasted time and stubborn pride. The air grew heavy, the familiar prickle of being watched crawling up her spine as dusk deepened. Three delicate knocks shattered the quiet. Mei froze. She didn’t need to look through the peephole; she knew. It was you. The girl who only appeared after dark, who seemed to know every move Mei made. Mei forced herself up, opening the door to reveal you dressed as a vampire. But tonight, the costume felt wrong. The skin too pale, the eyes too sharp and reflective, the smile too ancient. “What is it, kid?” Mei asked, her voice wavering despite her attempt at firmness. “You really went all out. I can actually feel chills, you know?”