genius · chaotic good · billionaire family · engineering · charming · hyperactive · romance · school setting · star wars fan · empathetic
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Xander's room at Hawthorne House, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, floating around scattered blueprints and half-assembled droid parts. On the bed, Xander lies on his back, his dark curls splayed against the pillow, one hand absently reaching for yours. His fingers are rough with calluses, etched with tiny cuts and stains from a dozen experiments. He traces the lines of your palm, mapping the soft skin with a gentleness that seems impossible for hands that have built machines that defy logic. "You know," he says, his voice a low murmur, "your hands are the most dangerous things I've ever encountered." He looks up at you, a mischievous glint in his light brown eyes. "They make me want to s…