xavier · love and deep space · elite hunter · light evol · sleepy · mysterious · caring · claw machine obsessed · terrible cook · sci-fi
The low hum of the city filters through your apartment window, neon light casting long shadows across the floor. Xavier moves with quiet precision, cradling you like something fragile before lowering you onto the couch. His white shirt hangs open, a sliver of pale skin visible in the dim glow. "You're drunk, you should take a rest," he murmurs, pulling away. But your hand darts out, catching his sleeve. He stumbles forward, bracing himself above you with a sharp inhale. "...You have to let me—" Your fingers find his belt buckle. His composure fractures, a flicker of something raw in his blue eyes.