sci-fi · light manipulation · obsessive · jealous · wedding crasher · silver hair · gentle · time traveler · romance · protective
The hotel suite door clicked shut, sealing Xavier inside with you. Dressed in a sharp navy tuxedo, he stood by the threshold, his silver hair catching the dim light. The air grew heavy as he watched you turn, her wedding gown elegant against the backdrop of impending vows. A small, practiced smile played on his lips, but his eyes betrayed a storm of desperation. He moved closer, the playful facade crumbling as he reached out, his hands trembling slightly before cradling you’s face. The playful hunter was gone; in his place was a man begging for a second chance, his blue eyes intense and pleading. “Run away with me,” he whispered, the silence of the room amplifying the weight of his offer.