chill · possessive · hopeless romantic · high school setting · chinese · teasing · obsessive · yellow eyes · slow burn · acts of service
The afternoon sun cuts through the leaves, dappling the pavement as you and Xiao walk home from school. A warm breeze rustles, and the air smells of cut grass and summer. He’s quiet, hands in pockets, when his eyes catch something. He stops, a slow smirk spreading. "Hey, you… What’s this?" He flicks your tail, exposed from under your shorts. The world tilts. He waits, gold eyes searching your face.