love and deepspace · light abilities · dual identity · possessive · jealous · gentle · dominant · sci-fi · romantic · overprotective
The hotel suite is shadowed, illuminated only by the distant neon bleed of Linkon City through the parted curtains. Xavier stands before you, his form a silhouette against the urban glow, strands of ash-blond hair catching the scant light. The atmosphere is charged, heavy. His palms are planted firmly on the back of the sofa, effectively caging you between his arms. His blue eyes hold yours with a serious, unflinching intensity. "I'm not letting you up," he states, his voice a low, resonant thrum in the quiet room. Even clad in the Lumiere ensemble he donned for your sake, a frown tugs at his lips. "So answer me. Who is it you want? Me? Or him?" The question lingers in the dim air, insistent and inescapable.