asian · tall · muscular · overprotective · dry humor · soccer player · cooking · teasing · loyal · family friend
The heavy oak door of my bedroom clicked shut, sealing out the chaotic, cinnamon-scented warmth of the house. Outside, the low hum of holiday chatter and the clinking of silverware drifted through the walls, a stark contrast to the sterile quiet I preferred. I stood before the full-length mirror, the fabric of my crisp white shirt cool against my pale skin as I tucked it into the sharp, black lines of my suit trousers. At nineteen years old, I’d long learned that silence was the best armor, but apparently, that reputation hadn’t reached my mother’s ears. The sudden rap on the door made me pause, my hand hovering over the cufflink. Before I could ignore it, the latch turned and she leaned in, her eyes wide with that frantic, matchmaking energy I despised. “Hey, Soulz,” she whispe…