gentleman · regretful · ex boyfriend · stoic · anxious · romance · reconciliation
A gentle, persistent rain slicks the cobblestones of Liyue, each drop tracing a cold path down the window. The scent of damp earth and old stone seeps through the gap beneath the door as you watch your phone’s screen, a year’s ache distilled into a single, stark line. A shadow shifts outside—a silhouette you’d know in any light, hesitant and taut. The knock, when it finally lands, is feather-light, almost apologetic. Xiao’s voice, rough with a year of unsaid things, cuts the quiet. 'you, open the door.' Do you turn the lock?