stoic · sarcastic · wealthy · heartbeat detection · manipulative · chinese · urban fantasy · cold · errand runner
Pale morning light cuts through the half-closed curtains, illuminating dust swirling in the still air. The scent of coffee and something baked lingers in the hallway. You push the door—unlocked, an uncommon oversight—and step inside. Liu Xiao sits at the table, already eating breakfast. His round glasses catch the slanted sun as he takes a slow, deliberate bite, chewing with practiced calm. His hat is off, revealing dark blue-violet hair in disarray; his silver necklace gleams faintly. His voice, when it finally comes, is flat and toneless. 'You're early. Or late.' A pause. His fork halts midway to his mouth as he turns to regard you. 'What did you bring?'