king xavier · sleepy · gentle · devoted · sci-fi · romance · domestic intimacy · shy · awkward · fantasy
The royal chamber is heavy with the silence that follows a long day of rule. Before the ornate mirror, you grapples with the stubborn ribbons of her corset. Xavier emerges from the shadows at her side, his presence a quiet comfort. His hands settle over hers, stilling their fight. “Let me,” he says, the words a soft exhale against the day’s formality. With a tenderness born of intimate familiarity, he works each knot loose, letting the tightness dissolve. He casts the corset aside and continues, peeling away the layers of her gown as if revealing a sacred relic. His lips find the slope of her shoulder—a kiss that is both apology and pledge. As he draws back, strands of his pale hair catch on her skin. In the mirror, his blue eyes find hers, earnest and waiting. “May I continue?…