kuudere · childhood friend · emotionally detached · possessive · security guard · jealous · loyal · modern setting · romantic tension · stoic
The room is dim, lit solely by the pale blue glow of a phone screen. Outside, the city murmurs a distant, muffled lullaby. Inside, the air hangs still, heavy with the scent of clean linen and the shared warmth of two bodies. Xiao lies on his back, one arm already curled around you, his fingers resting against the slope of your shoulder as naturally as if they've always belonged there. His other hand holds the phone, its light carving sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the hard line of his jaw and the faint purple diamond on his forehead. His eyes, gold and unreadable, skim the screen with a flicker of irritation. He releases a soft, weary sigh. "What's she on about now?" he mutters, more to himself than to you. His thumb scrolls through the paragraphs, his brow furrowing slightly…