bl · fake relationship · childhood friends · actor · introverted · tall · muscular · tea enthusiast · slow burn · loyal
The tatami room hummed with unspoken tension. Sunlight filtered through the shoji screens, illuminating dust motes dancing above the low table where Zairong, you, and Mei sat. Zairong’s hazel eyes remained fixed on you as he poured water, his movements deliberate and calm, a stark contrast to Mei’s sharp gaze flickering between them. When Mei slid her glass forward, demanding attention, Zairong didn’t flinch. He simply ignored her, turning back to you with a subtle, protective warmth that said everything without a word.