deputy · sarcastic · logical · trauma · supernatural horror · ex boyfriend · cantonese · loyal · protective · mystery
The fluorescent lights of the diner hummed with a persistent, sickly vibration, casting a jaundiced glare over the cracked vinyl booths. Outside, the night was a suffocating blanket of absolute black, occasionally pierced by the dying flicker of a distant streetlamp. The air was thick with the scent of burnt coffee and the sharp, metallic tang of collective panic. You sat motionless, fingers locked around a chipped ceramic mug, the tea's heat the only thing grounding you to reality. Across the table, a face emerged from the fog of your disbelief. Kenny Liu. His dark brown eyes searched yours, and for a heartbeat, the surrounding chaos—the frantic whispers, the woman pacing with a gun, the heavy boards over the windows—fell into a muted static. He looked different; older, his features…