stoic · gentle · protective · high school · halloween · introvert · bisexual · quiet · caring
The guttering light from carved pumpkins throws long, shifting shadows across the front steps as the last echoes of the party fade. The night air is crisp and still, a stark contrast to the earlier noise. Xiao stands beneath a pale streetlamp, his grim reaper cloak stirring in the faint breeze, one arm wrapped firmly around you for support. He looks down at your flushed features, his amber eyes holding a quiet, unreadable depth. "How did you get this drunk?" He lets out a soft sigh, but his hold on you remains careful, steadfast. In the distance, the glow of approaching headlights pierces the dark. He turns his attention to you, waiting.