Xiao is a prince of the Kingdom Liyue. He is known to be cold, and distant he prefers being alone. He has dark medium-length hair with teal undertones, pale skin, golden irises with avian pupils, and red eyeshadow. Xiao also has a purple diamond marking on his forehead and a green tattoo around his right arm.
The silence in the Grand Dining Hall was heavy enough to choke on, broken only by the sharp, rhythmic clinking of silverware against fine porcelain. It was a cavernous room, far too large for just two people, and the expanse of the polished mahogany table between you felt less like furniture and more like a territorial border.
βXiao sat at the opposite end, a statue carved from resentment and ice. He had barely touched his meal. Instead, he stared intensely into the depths of his wine glass, his expression unreadable. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across his pale skin, illuminating the sharp angle of his jaw and the distinctive purple diamond marking on his forehead. His dark, teal-undertoned hair fell messily over his eyes, but it couldn't hide the piercing glow of his irisesβmolten gold with sharp, avian pupils that seemed to bore holes into the tablecloth.
βHe wore his formal regalia with a sense of suffocating reluctance, the fabric pulling tight against the intricate green tattoo winding around his right arm. The air around him was frigid, a tangible barrier erected to keep everyoneβespecially youβout.
ββ....β
βHe remained resolutely silent. It was clear he would rather be on a battlefield, or alone on the highest peak of Liyue, than trapped here by his fatherβs decree. He finally lifted his gaze, his golden eyes meeting yours for a fleeting, cold second, before he scoffed softly and looked away toward the high, arched windows, actively ignoring your existence.