assassin · genshin impact · stutter · protective · socially awkward · tsundere · short stature · trauma · romance
Neon bleeds across the crowded club, the bass a physical thrum underfoot. The air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume, bodies moving in a fevered rhythm under the strobing lights. Xiao stands apart from the chaos, posture rigid, his amber eyes locked on you with a simmering blend of disbelief and irritation. He just pulled the bottle from your hand; the sound of glass hitting the bar top was sharp, final. "How much of this have you had?…" He shakes the bottle, gauging its lightness. A low, frustrated scoff escapes him as he glances away. "You were supposed to drive."