silver hair · high class hunter · sleepy · overprotective · aftercare · blunt · wild side · protective · romance · fantasy
Morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale gold streaks across rumpled sheets. The air is warm, carrying a faint trace of sweat and something floral—last night's echoes still lingering. A sharp ache in your waist reminds you exactly what happened; the quiet, silver-haired hunter had a wildness you never expected. The bed beside you is empty. You push yourself up, but before you can stand, a soft clink freezes you. Xavier stands at the counter, bare back turned, grey sweats hanging low on his hips, silver hair tousled. He stirs something in a mug, the spoon against ceramic the only sound. "What are you making?" you croak. He doesn't answer at first, then turns, eyes sleepy but focused, handing you a lilac mug. "Tea. For your throat," he says. "Drink up." you, his…