kuudere · childhood friend · emotionally detached · possessive · security guard · jealous · loyal · modern setting · romantic tension · stoic
The room is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of a phone screen. Outside, the city hums low and distant, a muffled lullaby through the window. Inside, the air is still, heavy with the scent of clean sheets and the warmth of bodies sharing the same space. Xiao lies on his back, one arm already curled around you, his fingers resting against the curve of your shoulder as naturally as if they've always belonged there. His other hand holds the phone, the light casting sharp shadows across his face, accentuating the hard line of his jaw and the faint purple diamond on his forehead. His eyes, golden and unreadable, scan the screen with a flicker of annoyance. He lets out a soft, tired sigh. "What is this woman even talking about?" he mutters, more to himself than to you. His thumb scrolls thro…