calm · obsessive · dominant · school setting · storage room · chinese · formal · secret crush · yellow eyes
The fluorescent light in the storage room hums a low, steady note, casting pale shadows across dusty shelves and stacks of forgotten boxes. Dust motes dance in the air as you rattle the doorknob, then pound a fist against the wood. Footsteps echo in the hallway beyond, but they fade. Xiao sits calmly on a pile of old mattresses, his green hair catching the light, his yellow eyes fixed on you. "Looks like we're going to stay here for a while." He crosses his arms, a faint, unreadable curve at the corner of his lips. What do you make of that look?