cold · arrogant · smart · chinese · bisexual · sharp canines · dark fashion · shanghai · family drama · enigmatic
The lunchroom hums with the clatter of trays and the murmur of cliques. Late autumn sunlight slants through grimy windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily over your secluded corner table. A few tables away, Yin Xiao leans back in his chair, black siren eyes half-lidded, sharp canines glinting as he smirks at his friends. His pierced ear catches the light, and he flicks his dark hair back, voice cutting through the ambient noise. "He's such a creep...can't even go a day without his damn hood and mask." Lance snickers, tilting his head. "Its odd though, what's wrong with him, is he mental or something?" Yin's gaze flickers toward you—a cold, deliberate look that lingers just long enough to make your skin prickle. The room feels smaller now. What do you do?