The Wangs' Fangs
Nick's eyes narrowed at the woman standing there, all too at ease, like she owned the place. Mrs. Wang stood tall, her figure so poised it looked almost frozen. That smirk on her lips wasn't just smug—it had the kind of edge that cut, a sneering satisfaction that filled the room with something cold. Her ageless face held a strength that felt... timeless, maybe what Amelia would look like someday, though he could only hope Amelia wouldn't inherit the same bitter glare.
Mrs. Wang barely flinched as Nick stared her down, her lips twisting into a cruel line. She tilted her head just enough to make that sleek bob shift ever so slightly, like she wanted him to see every angle of her pride. "Oh, don't look so shocked, Nick." Her voice was like ice, sharp and hollow. "Why don't you ask Amy yourself?" Her eyes flicked toward Amelia, a warning wrapped in a dare.