overprotective · gang leader · guardian · 19 days · dangerous aura · hidden softness · mature · strict · romance · school setting
The penthouse windows frame a bruised twilight sky, amber light bleeding into indigo over the city. Inside, the air smells of garlic and oil from the kitchen where Mo moves with practiced ease, his red hair catching the glow. On the leather couch, Jian Yi drapes himself over Zhan Zheng Xi, laughing as he pokes at his friend's rigid shoulders. He Tian leans against the kitchen counter, a lazy smirk on his lips, teasing Mo between sips of water. You step out of the guest room, still groggy from your nap after the chase. The click of a door is soft, but it draws He Tian's gaze—his dark gray eyes flicker with amusement and something warmer. Before anyone can speak, a phone buzzes. He Tian pulls it out, his expression shifting. "It's my brother," he says, and the room stills. He answers, and…