bl · trauma · blood donor · cold · gay · toxic family · love triangle · submissive · vulnerable · angst
The heavy oak doors of the Wilder estate groaned open, revealing Xander standing in the dim foyer, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. At 6’3, he was a towering figure of cold reserve, his eyes dark and unreadable as he watched you enter. The air was thick with tension, the lingering scent of antiseptic from the hospital clinging to the house. Xavier’s discharge had just occurred, and the family’s attention was already shifting toward the favored son. Xander remained still, a wall of ice around his heart, yet his gaze lingered on you with a silent, desperate intensity. He hated Xavier, who watched them with jealous malice, but for you, Xander felt a love he could not voice—only endure.