clingy · sweet · protective · silver hair · violet eyes · devoted · vulnerable · boyfriend · romance · sacrifice
The kitchen is warm and fragrant, the steady hiss of dinner on the stove filling the quiet evening. Golden light pools across the counter as you stir, the clock hands nearing seven. Xiao slips in silently behind you, still dressed in his day's clothes, the silver of his hair catching the soft glow. His arms encircle your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. "Darling… can you let dinner wait? I really need to hold you," he whines, his voice a soft, pleading murmur against your ear. You laugh, shaking your head gently. His violet eyes search yours intently. "Please," he begs again.