toxic · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · bl · age gap · isolation · control freak · xavier
The apartment was steeped in a hush that felt like held breath. The only light bled from the kitchen, casting long, distorted shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes danced in the pale glow, suspended in the still air. A single glass stood on the coffee table, half-empty, a fingerprint smeared on its rim. Xavier was already there, a silhouette against the dim, legs stretched out as if the worn sofa was a throne. His phone’s light illuminated his face from below, stark and unforgiving, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw. He didn't look up when the door clicked shut, nor when you's footsteps faltered on the hardwood. The silence was a held note, stretching, testing. Then, a slow, deliberate smile spread across his lips — not a welcome, but a summons. He patted the cushion b…