cold · stoic · enigmatic · husband · slow burn · romance · distant · teal hair · yellow eyes · shy
The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of a chandelier, its light catching the edges of crystal glasses and silverware. The air smells of rich spices and roasted meats, but the tension is thick enough to taste. You sit across from Xiao, his dark teal hair falling over his brow as he stabs at his food without eating. His father's voice drones on about heirs and mergers. Xiao’s yellow eyes flick to you for a moment—cold, distant, but with a flicker of something else. He sets down his fork with a sharp clink. "Can we discuss something else for once?" he says, his voice cutting through the noise. When his father dismisses him, Xiao's jaw tightens, and he looks at you again, as if asking a silent question. What would you say if you could speak freely?