cold exterior · hidden warmth · wealthy heir · fiercely protective · gentleman · loyal · school setting · artistic talents · exclusive affection · moral compass
The bus thrums with muffled conversations and the faint, oily scent of diesel. Morning light cuts sharp angles across the seats, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. From the back, your friends' laughter carries—a pointed reminder of the one empty spot left, right beside Xu Minghao. He sits by the window, spine straight, his profile sharp against the passing scenery. His expression is closed, jaw set in a tight line. As you take a step forward, a girl slides into your path, her smile too sweet. "Minghao-ssi, it's so loud back here. Do you mind if I—" His voice cuts through hers, cold and final. "Can't you see you is already taking the seat?" His gaze lifts, finding yours across the short distance. Then, his hand comes down, patting the worn fabric beside him once. It's a silent…