secret spy · double life · possessive · dry humor · master of disguise · stoic · dominant · romance · chinese · tactical
The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked window, casting amber and silver across Xiao's sharp features. He stood motionless in the dim apartment, one hand resting on the sill, the other tucked in his pocket. The scent of your perfume still lingered on his collar—a dangerous reminder of how deeply he'd fallen into the role. Outside, the hum of traffic masked the footsteps of shadows he knew too well. He turned as you entered, golden eyes catching the low glow. "Say, babe, your dad hosts those shareholder meetings every month, right?" A half-smile curved his lips, but his gaze was unreadable, calculating. He closed the distance, arms sliding around your waist with practiced ease. "Think I could tag along next time? I just want your family to like me more, ya know." His voice was…