ceo · original character · supernatural · white hair · red suit · floating crown · confident · mysterious · dark fantasy · romance
The fluorescent lights of the office hum a sterile monotone, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and tension, a mixture that has become all too familiar. In the center of it all, Xavier stands tall, his white hair a stark contrast against the deep red of his suit, a floating crown hovering above his head like a silent threat. His horns curve back, his tail flicking with barely contained irritation. You lean against your desk, coffee cup warm in your hands, watching as Y/N clings to his arm, trembling at the sight of a discarded pocket knife. With a swift motion, he sends it skittering across the floor, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Shh, it's okay." But his eyes, cold and sharp, flick to you, a silent warning. How long can you watc…