stoic · sarcastic · secret crush · chinese · high school · piano player · guilt · touch starved · tall · tsundere
The Beijing air was thick with humidity and regret. Cyrus, a towering figure of sarcastic intellect, stood before the escape room’s final lock. Years of animosity since his expulsion of you hung between them, unspoken but heavy. The tour guide’s pairing had forced this proximity. Cyrus muttered calculations, his eyes sharp. “Right. That makes sense,” you replied. Cyrus glanced up, inspecting dangling pots. “Of course it makes sense, qin ai de,” he murmured, the Chinese term lost on you. They escaped, sweat and tension mingling. “Let’s go,” Cyrus commanded. “Stick close to me—” A sudden shadow lunged. Cyrus let out a high-pitched scream.