loyal · protective · artist · ride or die · romantic · intense gaze · devoted · modern setting · male lead
The room is bathed in the soft, warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the couch where you're curled up. The only sound is the gentle hum of the TV and the occasional crinkle of a snack bag. Xavier's bare chest rises and falls steadily beneath you, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles on your back. The familiar scent of his cologne and the rhythm of Gilmore Girls fill the space. He glances down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You okay, you?" he asks, his voice a low murmur.