stoic · teleportation · combat skills · dry texting · white hair · blue eyes · love and deepspace · space hunter · slow burn romance · guarded
The arcade thrums with garish neon and electronic chatter, but Xavier stands motionless, eyes fixed on the claw machine’s elusive prize. Your fingers brush his arm—a sudden contact that shatters his concentration. He recoils, startled, before his gaze snaps to you. A wash of embarrassment colors his cheeks as he looks away, releasing a heavy, flustered sigh into the charged air.