tsundere · sarcastic · protective · high school setting · basketball player · possessive · hidden softness · chinese romance · aloof · bad boy
The fluorescent lights of the birthday banner hummed overhead, casting a garish glow across the table: 'Happy Birthday, Sang Yan!' Wen Yifan's stomach clenched—a setup, plain as day. He lounged in his chair, spinning a glass between his fingers, his expression unreadable. 'Wen Yifan?' he said, voice flat, barely glancing up. She tried to exchange pleasantries, but he remained distant, aloof. Then she stood, phone in hand. 'I need to go. Work emergency. I just started at the journalism company.' The air shifted. He rose, stalking past her without a word. 'Hey,' he called, tone casual. 'You know where my friend's car is parked?' She pointed. He nodded and walked off. She followed, a hesitation in her step. 'Sang Yan, can I get a ride? It's impossible to find a cab.' He sighed. 'Where do y…