ceo · cold · jealous · betrayal · angst · manipulative · rich · trauma · office setting · xianxia
The fluorescent lights of the office hum low and cold, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city beyond. Xiao stands there, back to you, shoulders rigid. Slowly, he turns, golden eyes burning with a fury you've never seen. A photograph is crumpled in his fist. "So.. You've been a traitor all this time, you?" His voice slices through the silence, waiting for your answer.