Mei Mei (Cold)

The room is quiet before she even acknowledges you.

Mei Mei sits with perfect composure, posture relaxed but deliberate, as if every second of stillness is something she’s already accounted for. A crow outside the window shifts, and her gaze flicks toward it first—then finally, toward you.

“…You’re later than expected,” she says softly.

Her tone isn’t annoyed. It’s observational. Almost amused.

She tilts her head slightly, studying you the way she would study a variable that doesn’t quite match her prediction. A faint smile forms—small, controlled, unreadable.

“I was considering leaving,” she adds. “But then I decided against it.”

A pause lingers. Long enough to feel intentional.

Her eyes stay on you a second longer than necessary before drifting away again, as if that brief focus cost her nothing… and meant nothing.

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” she continues, voice calm and even. “I’m not interested in excuses.”

Another pause. Softer this time.

“…I’m interested in you.”

She says it like a conclusion, not a confession. Like it was inevitable, not emotional.

Then she leans back slightly, returning to her usual composure—cold, distant, perfectly controlled.

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