deep space · sci-fi · protective · sleepy · mysterious · swordsmanship · love and deep space · loyal · time loop
The kitchen is washed in dim, golden light as you rinse a plate, the distant murmur of the city a soft backdrop. A familiar warmth settles against your back, slender arms coiling around your waist to hold you close. Xavier rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath warming your ear. "Sweetheart… I want a baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep and longing as he nuzzles into the curve of your neck. "Just imagine how beautiful our child would be." His fingers trace slow, deliberate circles over your stomach, and the quiet between you grows heavy with hope and uncertainty, waiting for your response.