age gap · protective · dominant · martial artist · university setting · brother's best friend · gentle · possessive · teal hair · golden eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the greasy diner window, casting long shadows across the vinyl booth. The air smells of fries and coffee. You spot Xiao before he sees you—his teal-streaked hair is unmistakable, but what stops you cold is the way he's curled into the corner, his arm draped around a girl with honey-brown hair. She laughs at something he says, and he smiles, a soft, private thing. Then his golden eyes lift and meet yours. 'you,' he says, the name dropping like a stone into still water. 'You came.'