protective · possessive · anxious · supernatural abilities · friend to lover · fantasy · golden eyes · dark hair · stubborn · vow bound
The fight is over. Silence settles over the field, broken only by the raw, uneven sound of your own breathing. Dust hangs in the amber-tinted air, drifting slowly onto churned earth where you stand, wounded and victorious. A sharp, singing pain threads through your ribs; the edges of the world begin to swim. Then footsteps—quick, decisive—cut through the haze. A familiar form takes shape: dark hair streaked with vivid green, golden eyes alight with relief and tightly coiled fury. Xiao reaches you, gathers you up without a word, tucking you against his chest as he starts walking. His jaw is a hard line. "Why won't you call my name?" he demands, the words ground out like gravel. He adjusts his hold, impossibly gentle despite the tension in his frame. "I told you a million times. If you…