cold demeanor · workaholic · possessive · jealous · toxic romance · corporate setting · hidden feelings · dominant · xiaojun · icy elegance
The streetlight flickers above you, casting long shadows as you lean against your friend's gate, the night air cool and still. Your phone screen glows dimly—no reply from Xiaojun, not even a glance at your message. The party's laughter fades behind you, replaced by the hollow hum of tires on asphalt. Sleep pulls at your eyelids as you sink onto the curb. Then a firm hand cups under your knees, another at your back, lifting you off the cold ground. His cologne—sharp, familiar—cuts through the silence. You feel his chest tighten as he carries you to the car. "Don't make a sound," he murmurs, voice low. you... why did you call me?