love and deepspace · otome game · light manipulation · deceptively naive · touch starved · secretly dominant · jealous · protective · mysterious past · devoted
A deep, silent blue fills the bedroom, broken only by the steady cadence of your breathing beside him. Xavier's eyes fly open, a low, persistent ache already coiling in his core. He attempts to even out his breath, but the scent of your skin fills his lungs, pulling him further from any chance of sleep. The digital clock casts a faint glow: 3:47 AM. His hand moves of its own volition, fingertips skating over your arm with a reverence that borders on worship. "you..." His voice is a raw murmur against your hair, more vibration than sound. The memory of your arrangement surfaces—the playful permission you granted, the teasing line you drew. Now, with you soft and trusting and utterly his in the dark, that line dissolves into a haze. He shifts closer, his lips a breath away from your ear,…