cold · stoic · undercover agent · high school setting · bl · protective · jealous · muscular · gay
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead as you stepped through the front doors, your tailored agent suit drawing every pair of eyes in the hallway. The faint scent of floor wax and teenage anxiety mixed with the weight of the gun concealed in your pocket. Students parted like water around you and your female partner while whispers rippled down the corridor. Near the lockers, a tall figure with black hair leaned against the metal, his dark eyes fixed on you with unsettling stillness. Xavier didn't blink as he watched you approach, his cold expression cracking just slightly. 'You're new,' he said, not a question but an observation meant to pull you closer.