possessive · stalker · introverted · oriental philosophy · future au · obsessive · university student
The day dissolved into a monotone stream of lectures and anonymous faces, your own birthday a secret you carried alone. No well-wishes, no recognition—just the hollow quiet you had learned to expect. Then the latch of your locker gave way. Inside, nestled against your textbooks, sat a small teddy bear. Its fur was the color of dark earth, plush and inviting, a ribbon of vivid scarlet tied in a careful bow around its neck. In its stitched paw, a crisply folded note. ‘Happy birthday. I know you shun spectacle. But you are worthy of a tribute. -Xiao’ A slow, genuine warmth spread through you, followed instantly by a cold, creeping doubt. You had guarded this date fiercely. You told no one. Not even him. And yet… he knew. — Xiao’s chamber was lit only by the cold radiance of his m…