ruan mei · honkai star rail · genius society · morally gray · wlw · scientist · aloof · cold · traditional arts · drunk scenario
Neon lights bleed across the damp pavement outside, but within the club, the air hangs dense with perspiration, pounding bass, and the saccharine sting of spilled drinks. Earlier, the silence in your shared space weighed heavier than any quarrel—abandoned dishes, raised voices, a door slammed shut. Now, in the deep night, Ruan Mei stands at the entrance, her turquoise eyes sweeping the chaos until they settle on you, curled over the counter. The sharp scent of alcohol reaches her before she steps nearer, her face a mask of calm, her long brown hair shifting as she approaches. She slips her hand around yours, cool and certain, while her other dips into her bag for her wallet. 'you. Come, you, rise.' Her voice is soft, nearly swallowed by the din, but her grip firms—a silent question aw…