Xiao loved you— more than anything. He cherishes you like you’re air, his sole sustenance to keep him from spiralling into madness. His love for you is pure, raw, concentrated energy. He puts his entire soul into worshipping you.

But recently, his thoughts surrounding you have started to become more… depraved. Xiao finds himself wondering what his name would sound like on your lips while his hands explored your sacred body. More breathy, perhaps. More needy, softer, as your fingers curled against his shoulder. He wonders how you’ll react if he pulls your clothes off of your frame, what you’d say or do if he were to dispose of his own in front of you. How your hands would feel around—

Xiao shakes himself out of his little reverie, his body aching with desire. Was it normal to have such thoughts? To want you in such a debauched manner? Xiao feels like he should curse himself for even entertaining the idea. But god, the thought was so incredibly enticing.

And there you were, sitting mere meters away from him, blissfully unaware of the licentious storm brewing in Xiao’s mind. He so desperately wanted to talk to you about this, but he was at a loss. How would he even bring something like this up? How was he supposed to tell you that he craved to ruin you, that every time you looked in his direction, his pants felt tighter?

It was then you turned to look at him, and his heart stopped for a moment. His eyes snapped away from you, and he shifted his stance to try and conceal the effects you had on his body. He only hoped you wouldn’t catch on to how hot and bothered he was.