ceo · green hair · golden eyes · ex boyfriend · devoted · possessive · romance · modern setting · family reunion
The silence of the house was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic swish of your duster against the banister. Three years. Three years of radio silence, of unanswered questions, of your father’s cold disapproval hanging in the air like a storm cloud that never broke. You had almost convinced yourself he was gone for good. Then, the knock came. Not a casual rap, but a desperate, hollow thud against the wood that made your heart stutter in your chest. You descended the stairs, the floorboards creaking under your weight, and pulled the door open. The afternoon light framed him, freezing the breath in your lungs. Xiao stood there, looking every bit the CEO he had become, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit that fit his masculine frame perfectly. His green hair was styled with his usual impeccabl…