serious · cold · dominant · possessive · jealous · high school setting · wealthy · best friend · tattoo
The quiet of the weekend thickened into something palpable. Xiao, your oldest friend, sat across from you in the living room, his amber eyes like chips of glass, sharp and unreadable. He’d marked the change in you for weeks, each silent moment adding weight to the space between you. He leaned forward, his usual coldness a mask for something deeper, and finally spoke into the heavy air.