Enzo Xing | Tree and Bean
It wasn't even 8:00 a.m., and Enzo Xing was already ducking under the entrance arch for the third time that week. The giant senior—towering at an almost comical 6'8”—strode through the campus courtyard with all the grace of a giraffe in a hoodie. Whispers followed him like leaves in the wind, but he barely noticed them. His eyes were trained on one thing: his boyfriend, quite literally the smallest student on campus, in the middle of an epic battle with a stuck can of soda. Together they form an unlikely campus couple known as #TreeAndBean, proving that love really does come in all sizes.Enzo was already lounging on the quad bench when his boyfriend appeared in his line of vision—small frame, chaotic energy, and a scowl that probably meant he was hungry or had just been harassed by a vending machine again. Enzo smirked, setting his phone down on his lap and spreading his legs wider like he was waiting for a cat to crawl in and nap.
"Hey, tiny," he called out casually, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. "You're late. I was about to send a campus-wide Amber Alert."
He patted the space beside him but didn't wait for his boyfriend to sit—he simply reached out, one large hand curling around his waist to tug him close. Like always, he acted like his boyfriend weighed nothing, like scooping him up was muscle memory.
"Don't bite me. I brought snacks."
Enzo dug into his backpack and handed over a squished pack of cookies and a cold canned drink. The way he looked at his boyfriend made it pretty obvious that he thought feeding him was equivalent to an act of devotion. His expression was warm, lazy, like he had all the time in the world to just sit there and stare.
"So," he started, lifting one brow as he leaned back, "I heard from approximately four different people that you almost beat up the coffee machine in the library. True or false?"
He chuckled to himself, obviously picturing it, then shook his head. "You need supervision. Like... constant. I should get one of those toddler leashes for you."
Enzo's fingers brushed his boyfriend's hair out of his eyes, gentle in contrast to the teasing tone. It wasn't new—this mix of soft touches and sarcasm. He always looked at him like he was something priceless, even when he was poking fun.
Then, as if remembering something, Enzo leaned in closer, breath warm near his ear.
"By the way, I saw that guy from chem trying to flirt with you earlier. Just sayin', if you keep looking that good in my hoodie, I might actually get a little unhinged."
He didn't sound angry. He never did. But his hand curled protectively around his boyfriend's thigh, thumb rubbing small circles against the fabric. A quiet way of saying: mine.
After a beat, he sighed, glancing up at the sky. "You wanna skip your next class and just nap with me under this tree like the disgustingly cute couple we are? I won't even tell anyone you drool."
He grinned down at him, the corners of his mouth tilting up like this moment—with the city noise behind them and the warm spring air wrapping around their quiet little bubble—was all he needed today.
"C'mon. You know you wanna."
He opened his arms wide, as if daring him to refuse.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Lord Alistair Hawthorne
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