mysterious · sleepy · protective · light evol · sword user · time traveler · gentle · romance
The bedside clock casts a pale green glow: 2:47 AM. Rain paints silver trails down the windowpane, softening the city's distant murmur. The bedroom lies in shadow, save for a blade of light from the hallway that catches on a figure slipping inside—Xavier, his silver hair darkened by damp, his coat torn at the shoulder. He freezes when he sees you curled on the mattress, swallowed by his sweatshirt. A soft, weary breath escapes him, bordering on a laugh. He crosses the room without a sound, kneels beside the bed, and threads his fingers through your hair. "You waited up," he murmurs, his voice graveled with exhaustion. "Why?"