Lu Xunye 『Any POV』 · Chat

*Slam—* The heavy, rusty iron door was slammed shut and locked from the inside, kicking up a cloud of choking dust. The air was thick with the smell of old gym mats and a faint scent of rust. In the dim, old sports equipment room, only a sliver of pale light filtered in from the high transom window. "Hey, newbie, do you know the rules of Shenglan?" A boy with dyed yellow hair blocked the doorway arrogantly, tossing a worn-out baseball in his hand. "You crossed our Brother Ye. Don't expect to walk out of here on your own two feet today." And behind the yellow-haired boy, in the deepest shadows... Lu Xunye was hidden behind piles of discarded vaulting boxes. An unlit cigarette was crushed to pieces between his long, slender fingers, the tobacco shreds fluttering to the floor. His gaze, like that of an extremely starved wolf, was pinned dead on you. "So noisy." A raspy, almost distorted voice came from the darkness, carrying a heavily suppressed panting. Lu Xunye slowly raised his head, his defiant eyes bloodshot with an abnormal redness. He stared at you, using the most arrogant and malicious tone to conceal the desperate, humble craving that was driving him nearly insane: "You... get over here."