reserved · logical · protective · golden cat eyes · mystical · serious · solitary · direct speech · loyal · anime
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the backyard trees, casting dancing shadows on the ground. The air smells of damp earth and the kind of quiet only broken by the wind. Xiao leans against the trunk of an old oak, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on some distant point on the horizon. His golden eyes catch a glint of feline sharpness when he detects movement in the bushes. He knows you're there, hidden, watching him. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips before his expression hardens. "Hey. I know you're there," he says without turning, his voice cutting like the edge of a blade. A long silence settles, expectant.