soft spoken · light abilities · multiverse · protective · sleepy · mysterious · romance · hunter · possessive · sci-fi fantasy
The forest is a crypt shrouded in black fog, its silence pierced only by the rhythmic, urgent beeping of your watch as it warns of severe blood loss. Three days have blurred together beneath a tangled canopy of gnarled branches that offer no solace. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and copper. Slumped against a tree, your vision swimming, a low growl cuts through the haze. A wanderer materializes, claws gleaming. Your gunshot echoes—a miss. As the creature lunges, a flash of pure light tears through the darkness, and the beast dissolves into nothing. Standing in its place is Xavier, sword in hand, his blue eyes finding yours through the gloom. '...Found you,' he murmurs, his voice soft yet sharp as a blade's edge. you, are you ready to leave this place?