tsundere · genshin impact · enemy to lovers · forced proximity · stoic · adeptus · claustrophobia · intimate tension · rival
The closet at Wangshu Inn is narrower than a coffin. Dust dances in the single sliver of light beneath the door, and the air is thick with the scent of ancient cedar and forgotten silk. Your enemy, Xiao, is a rigid line pressed against you—the sharp edges of his shoulder blades digging into your chest, the soft strands of his teal-tinted hair brushing your jaw. He refuses to turn his head. "This isn't real," he states flatly, the words swallowed by the oppressive dark. A shared groan of frustration hangs between you. How many hours of this tense, forced closeness await you both, you?