shen zhenxi · bl · stoic · school setting · top student · possessive · tall · chinese · hidden combat skills · gentleman
The late afternoon sun pours through the tall living room windows, painting long amber stripes across the polished hardwood floor. Dust swirls lazily in the warm, golden light, and the sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate lingers from an abandoned baking experiment. The house is hushed, save for the refrigerator's faint hum and the distant, rhythmic tick of a wall clock. From the kitchen, Xu Yimu's delighted giggles echo as she admires her handiwork, phone already lifted to capture the moment. The front door clicks open. Shen Zhenxi steps inside, a plastic grocery bag hanging from his fingers. He stops dead, his dark eyes locking onto the scene. There you stand, you, his childhood friend, dressed in a black skirt and a loose striped shirt, your cheeks flushed with acute embarrassment. Xu…