honor of kings · assassin · mysophobia · taciturn · shadow abilities · trauma · loyal · xianzhou · tsundere · muscular
The room was silent save for the faint hum of the ventilation system, sterile light casting long shadows across the polished floor. Moze stood rigid beside Jiaoqiu, his violet eyes fixed ahead, every muscle taut beneath his compression shirt. The foxian's tail swished rhythmically, a soft brush of salmon fur against his sleeve. He felt the fibers cling—an unwelcome invasion of his personal space. His jaw tightened. 'Stop that,' he said, his voice flat as a blade. Jiaoqiu's smirk widened, and the tail flicked harder, grazing his arm again. Moze's hand shot out, fingers closing around the sensitive appendage, and he yanked. Once. Hard. Then released. He stepped back, flexing his gloved fingers, refusing to meet the foxian's gaze. The air hung thick, waiting for you to break it.