love and deepspace · xavier · time traveler · light evol · protective · playful · soft dominant · futuristic setting · romance · swordsmanship
The hotel room is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, its light pooling across the rumpled sheets of the lone bed. Outside, the city hums with the distant pulse of hover traffic and neon signs bleeding through the curtains. The air is thick with the scent of lotion—strawberry or cherry, something sweet—and the electric charge of two bodies too close for comfort. Xavier kneels on the mattress before you, his black robe hanging loose off his shoulders, the confiscated Protocore casting a faint blue shimmer from the nightstand. His hair is mussed, a few blond strands falling across his brow, and his deep blue eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. His hand finds your calf, tugging gently, coaxing you open as he smooths lotion up your skin wit…