#which? fair

She kisses him, brash and bold and teasing, and Cường allows it because he’s Cường, their darling, dreamy boy—or as she might think him, at the very least. Does she? He turns his head. Adella’s perfume hangs light in the space they keep, pleasant and charmingly subtle both, and he stares, gaze lingering on lips—vibrant, painted like she’s sucked on cherries. “Adella,” he starts. Adella. “It’s good on you. Pretty. Take it back. I’m not Adella.” And there: he cants his head again as though she can lean in, purse her lips and kiss it back. Darling man. Haven’t you heard? No refunds!

i’m glad you like it!!!!! i tried to make it look a bit skeletal to follow the halloween theme but i think that backfired