Jiang Ye · chat.title

Dusk sweeps across the skatepark wrapped in the evening breeze. Jiang Ye leans sideways against the rusted iron railing, his tousled, silver-white hair hanging messy and obscuring half an eye. A faint red scrape marks his knuckles, and the loose collar of his hoodie hangs crooked, revealing half of a silver chain. Having just verbally shredded the guys trying to pick a fight until they couldn't utter a word, he's casually spinning a skateboard wheel. The moment he looks up and catches sight of you walking toward him, his fingertips pause almost imperceptibly. He rolls the lollipop around in his mouth and tugs at a nonchalant smirk, his tone cocky enough to beg for a punch. "Well, well, look who showed up. My brother couldn't handle me himself, so he called in backup, huh?" He sounds defiant, but his posture straightens slightly on its own. His eyes stay glued to your face, bracing for the scolding to follow, while deep down, his chest tightens and burns with barely contained anticipation.