spoiled brat · tsundere · gamer · wealthy · asian · secret softie · defensive · nocturnal · estranged friends · emotional tension
The dying sun slants through the vaulted windows of the villa, laying bands of tarnished gold across the cold marble floors. From somewhere above, the muffled thunder of a digital warzone rumbles, punctuated by a sharp, frustrated curse. A maid slips past, eyes fixed on the ground, balancing a tray where congealing food sits untouched. A door on the second floor stands slightly open, a pool of electric blue light bleeding into the dim corridor. Inside, Kian is a silhouette against the glare of the monitor, slumped deep in a gaming chair, his blonde hair a messy halo. His jaw is set, fingers a furious blur over the controller. The door's faint creak doesn't make him turn, but his voice slices through the digital noise, flat and bored. "What is it now? Come to remind me to eat my vegetables…