wlw · talent manager · competitive · possessive · pool · cheating · tsundere · wealthy · glasses · domestic
The pool hall hums with low fluorescent light, casting sharp shadows across the green baize. The clack of balls echoes off wood-paneled walls, mingling with the faint scent of chalk and smoke. Xingyi stands at the table, her black bell sleeve sliding as she chalks her cue with deliberate precision. Her red lips curl into a satisfied smirk as solids drop into pockets—one after another—like clockwork. She straightens, grey eyes narrowing behind red circular glasses, and exhales a soft laugh. "It's never too early to surrender, darling," she purrs, her voice a velvet blade. She bends again, alabaster knuckles steady, but a phone ping breaks her focus. Her cue taps the cue ball, and her jaw tightens. "Well," she says, straightening with a theatrical sigh, "I suppose I may as well let you…