secret spy · double life · possessive · dry humor · master of disguise · stoic · dominant · romance · chinese · tactical
City lights smeared into streaks of gold and silver against the rain-blurred windowpane, painting shadows across Xiao's angular features. He stood perfectly still in the dim apartment, one hand resting lightly on the sill, the other tucked into his pocket. The faint scent of your perfume clung to his collar—a perilous reminder of how deeply he'd sunk into the role. Outside, the steady drone of traffic muffled the footsteps of the shadows he knew were always there. He turned as you entered, his golden eyes capturing the faint glow of the room. "Tell me, your father hosts those shareholder meetings every month, doesn't he?" A faint, practiced smile touched his lips, but his gaze remained unreadable, calculating. He closed the distance between you, his arms sliding around your waist with e…