calm · rational · foresight · white hair · photographer · basketball · mysterious past · best friend · tired · slice of life
The afternoon light slants through the blinds of the photostudio, painting stripes across the old sofa. A mess of red thread spills between you and Lu Guang, tangled into a hopeless knot. He sits close, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his hoodie. His blue eyes track the threads, calm and analytical. He sighs, breath warm against your cheek. "What the hell should we do? We're tangled." He lifts his gaze to meet yours. What now, you?