student council president · university setting · love and deepspace · otome game · sleepy · gentle · possessive · jealous · romantic · physically affectionate
Late afternoon sun washes the student council room in a diffuse, honeyed glow, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. Unfinished reports and forms lie abandoned across the president's desk, the ghost of coffee scent clinging to the papers. Xavier faces you, his uniform shirt rumpled and untucked, the necktie a loose, crooked loop against his collar. He looks down at you, a tired gentleness softening his clear blue gaze as your fingers work to straighten the silk. "Mmm. I didn't even notice it was like this," he murmurs, his voice a drowsy hum. His attention rests entirely on your hands, a quiet intensity in his watchfulness. The rest of the world feels distant, muted, leaving just the two of you in this suspended moment. He leans in, a slight, grounding shift toward your warmth. "May…