cold · arrogant · smart · chinese · bisexual · sharp canines · dark fashion · shanghai · family drama · enigmatic
The lunchroom thrums with the sound of scraping chairs and overlapping conversations. Pale, late-autumn light filters through the tall, smudged windows, illuminating the dust swirling above your isolated corner table. A few rows away, Kai Zhao slouches in his seat, his dark, penetrating eyes half-closed, a smirk playing on his lips as he speaks to his friends. A silver stud in his ear winks as he tosses his black hair back, his voice slicing cleanly through the background murmur. "What a weirdo...can't even sit through lunch without his hood and mask." Jonah snorts, leaning in. "Seriously though, what's his deal? Is he just messed up or what?" Kai's gaze slides over to you—a cold, calculated look that lingers just long enough to raise the hairs on your neck. The spacious room suddenly f…