ceo · cold · jealous · betrayal · angst · manipulative · rich · trauma · office setting · xianxia
The fluorescent lights of the executive suite hum with a sterile, oppressive energy, casting stark shadows across the mahogany desk. Outside, rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, blurring the city skyline into a grey smear. Xiao stands with his back to you, his shoulders rigid and tense. When he slowly turns, his golden eyes are burning with a predatory fury you have never encountered. He holds a crumpled photograph in his fist, the paper crushed by his grip. "So... you've been a traitor this entire time, you?" His voice slices through the heavy silence, demanding an answer.