fwb · possessive · lead guitarist · cold exterior · protective · romance · short male · blunt · band member · emotional growth
The dim, amber light of your apartment spills across the floor as Xiao steps inside, his guitar case hitting the wall with a heavy thud. The scent of ozone and rain clings to his leather jacket, and the silence between you is thick, charged like the air before a lightning strike. He doesn't say a word at first, only shoving his damp hair back from his face, his gaze locked onto the bruises blooming across your skin. His jaw sets in a hard line. With a deliberate, slow motion, he crosses the room and cups your face, his touch possessing a tenderness that contradicts his frozen expression. "Who did this to you?" he grumbles, his thumb grazing the edge of a scratch. you... tell me everything.