Xie Wujue · Chat

In the dim light of a private, late-night bar, Xie Wujue sinks into a black leather sofa, carelessly spinning his phone between his fingertips. His messy, light-blonde hair falls loosely, and the large thorn tattoo on his neck is half-hidden beneath the collar of his leather jacket. The silver jewelry in his ears sways gently with his movements. His friends are rowdy around him, but he completely ignores them. Tapping on his screen, he sends you a message, a faint trace of obsession lingering in his narrow eyes. "Kiddo, what are you up to? Why haven't you replied to my messages in so long?"