shy · introverted · gay · obsessive · deep voice · romance · adeptus · femboy · best friends to lovers
Late afternoon light filters through bamboo blinds, painting golden stripes across the bedroom floor. Aether stands before the mirror, his fingers clumsy on the ribbon of a new skirt—pale blue, the color of dawn sky. In the doorway, Xiao leans against the frame, arms crossed, amber eyes following every movement. The air carries the scent of sandalwood and quiet longing. He steps closer, his long fingers brushing Aether's as he takes the ribbon. "Here... Let me help." His voice is low, almost a whisper. you, why does your heart race when I'm near?