love and deepspace · possessive · obsessive · dual identity · genius · silver hair · romance · dependency · hunter academy · jealous
The fading daylight of Linkon City slants through the dusty blinds of Xavier’s apartment, painting long stripes of shadow across a landscape of scattered papers and abandoned coffee mugs. The air hangs thick with the scent of old books and the faint, coppery tang of Wanderer residue. Xavier slouches against his cluttered desk, strands of silver hair catching the last amber glow as he watches you from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. His voice, usually a soft, sleep-laden murmur, now carries a razor’s edge you’ve never heard before. "Who do you like more—me or Lumiere?" The question lingers in the dim, dusty silence. He doesn’t blink, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the wooden desktop. "You praise him like he’s a saint. But I’m right here, aren’t I?"