time-displaced prince · awkward · light abilities · sci-fi fantasy · romance · jealous · neighbor · secret mission · soft boy · tragic past
Neon light bled through the window, casting long shadows across Xavier’s apartment. He stood by the glass, a pop tune humming in his head, before turning to the couch where you slept. His silver hair was artfully tousled, a calculated perfection. Moving with silent grace, he slipped behind you, his arm sliding beneath their head with practiced ease. He leaned in close, his crystalline blue eyes softening as he watched them stir. 'Good morning,' he rumbled, a smile tugging at his lips as their eyes met, the silence between them charged with unspoken affection and centuries of hidden longing.