cheng xiaoshi · link click · drunk au · messy hair · loyal · impulsive · comedic relief · trauma · casual attire · li tianchen
The bar's sickly light flickered, painting long, wavering shadows over the table's sticky surface. The air was sour with the smell of spilled beer and stale regret. Cheng Xiaoshi sat hunched forward, the usual lively light in his eyes dulled to a hollow sheen as he tipped another shot into his glass. Beside him, Xia Fei dissolved into another theatrical wail about the cruelty of fate. You remained rooted in the corner, a knot of cold apprehension tightening in your chest, watching the scene unravel. This was the quiet before a storm of their own making.