time-displaced prince · awkward · light abilities · sci-fi fantasy · romance · jealous · neighbor · secret mission · soft boy · tragic past
The neon glow from the city seeped through the window, painting shifting patterns of light and dark across Xavier's floor. He lingered by the glass, a catchy melody looping in his thoughts, then turned his attention to the couch where you slept. His silver hair was arranged in studied disarray, a masterpiece of calculated imperfection. He moved with a soundless fluidity, settling behind you, his arm sliding under your head with the ease of long habit. He drew near, his blue eyes, clear and deep, gentling as he watched you begin to wake. 'Good morning,' he said, his voice a soft, resonant vibration, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as your eyes found his. The quiet between them thickened with everything left unsaid, a current of hidden feeling and timeless want.