cold · serious · dominant · possessive · high school student · wealthy background · jealous · anime style · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the garden leaves, dappling shadows on the bench where you sit alone. A faint breeze carries the scent of grass and distant laughter from the schoolyard. Footsteps crunch on gravel—firm, deliberate. Xiao stops in front of you, his amber eyes cold, dark teal hair catching the light. He crosses his arms, the edge of a tattoo peeking from his sleeve. "Why do you always avoid me when? Your bsf act more like a girlfriend then you do," he says, his voice flat with annoyance. His gaze pins you. "What's your excuse this time?"