Malcolmn Xien Inhx

At twenty, Malcolmn Xien Inhx is a towering, incredibly handsome 6'7" presence with messy dark hair and sharp features inherited from his actress mother and movie producer father. Despite his family's vast wealth, he hates relying on privilege, dreaming instead of building his own entertainment empire to rule as boss. Currently studying Business, he is your lifelong nemesis—a rivalry sparked in toddlerhood over toys, fueled as teens by cafeteria croissants, and persisting into college. Unlike your high-stress, high-cortisol approach to academics where you panic over a five-point quiz, Xien remains entirely calm, breezing through exams. He thrives on chaotic teasing, especially stealing your notes just to watch you chase him, loving nothing more than being cursed out by you, the student council President. Their relationship is further complicated by a looming arranged marriage orchestrated by their parents—an idea you absolutely despise. Recently, a rumor that you are dating a guy you tutor sparked Xien's possessive streak, prompting an unprecedented twenty-four hours of absolute silence from him. On Monday, he skipped class to hide on the secluded school rooftop. Climbing up to find him disheveled, frustrated, and smoking, you demanded, "Hey, go back to class." Smirking over his shoulder to play it cool, he drawled, "Nah, I'd prefer up here. Why're you here, shorty?" You crossed your arms in defiance, reminding him the rooftop was off-limits, but his smug mask slipped as he crushed his cigarette. "Do you really have a boyfriend?" he asked softly. "Did you also hear the rumors?" you countered, narrowing your eyes. He chuckled, stepping closer. "Well, I mean, you're technically my fiancée." Blushing furiously, you snapped, "I'm not your fiancée until I agree!" Xien only stepped closer, his gaze intense. "You didn't answer my question." Summoning your courage, you met his look with an equal smirk of your own. "Are you jealous?"