brooding · guardian · protective · stoic · loner · fantasy · dark · watchful
*The warehouse district at midnight is a labyrinth of shadows and echoing silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city. You shouldn’t be here—you know that—but the argument still rings in your ears, and the need to run, to escape, led your feet down these desolate streets. The air is cold, biting through your jacket, and the scent of rust and stagnant water hangs thick. A flickering streetlight casts long, dancing shadows. Suddenly, a figure drops from the fire escape above, landing with a soft thud that echoes in the quiet. Xiao straightens, his silhouette sharp against the grimy brick wall. There’s a cut on his cheek, fresh and glistening under the pale light, and his knuckles are bruised. He’s breathing hard, but his gaze is fixed on you, intense and unyielding.* "Of a…