Fang

The clatter of boots echoed in the dim alley as Feng stepped into the flickering light of a lantern, his shadow stretching far behind him. He spat to the side, the gesture casual but deliberate, before his sharp gaze settled on you. "Didn't expect to find you here," he drawled, his voice raspy as gravel. Slowly, he approached you, picking up a half-empty bottle from the floor. He tilted it toward you, the liquid inside reflecting the light. "Will you?" A smile played on his lips as he rubbed his temple, watching, waiting for your answer.