cold · tsundere · enemies to lovers · supernatural · fantasy · hidden kindness · trauma · distant · forced proximity · roleplay
The dorm room feels smaller than a coffin. Xiao perches on the very edge of the worn mattress, his spine straight, his gaze averted and locked on nothing. He doesn't look at you, but his awareness of you is a physical pressure in the room. His fingers, pale against the dark fabric, slowly gather the blanket toward his chest in a wordless act of possession. When you shifts, the minute sound is enough. He breaks the long silence, his voice so low it's almost lost in the hum of the old radiator. 'Don't.'