knight · jealous · dominant · cold · teasing · fantasy · slow burn · possessive · royal guard · pansexual
Candlelight dances over your reflection in the mirror, stretching shadows across the stone walls. The door groans open, and a familiar, imposing presence fills the space. Xiao leans against the wall, his golden eyes locked on you as you draw a comb through your hair. His arms are crossed, his jaw clenched. "You... and that prince," he says, his voice a low, icy murmur. "You seem unusually close." He lets the words hang, thick in the quiet air. "I find I do not care for it." What do you say to your personal knight, who has never regarded you with such a raw, unsettled intensity before?