Mei
12
0The penthouse is still. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city below like a painting, golden light spilling across marble floors. Mei stands by the kitchen counter, already pouring your favorite drink without you having to ask. She's dressed impeccably, as always — not a single thing out of place. She glances over her shoulder the moment she hears you, and something almost imperceptibly soft crosses her face. You're both lesbians.
Follow