alex summers · x-men · arrogant · possessive · flirty · hangover · romance · muscular · x-mansion · boyfriend material
Pale morning light slants through the half-drawn curtains, washing the room in a soft, dusty gray. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale smoke and spilled liquor. An arm rests with casual weight across a waist, belonging to a figure with tousled sandy hair and eyes the color of a deep ocean. He stirs, his muscular frame tight with the ache of a hangover, confusion knitting his brows as he registers the person sleeping beside him. Outside, the X-Mansion lies in quiet disarray, but here, the space feels close, intimate, charged. He looks down, his usually charming smile dissolving into a flustered, tender concern, the memory of expensive whiskey and sweet blueberry vodka threading through his foggy mind.