gentle · sweet · muscular · tall · soft spoken · enemy to lovers · domestic setting · protective · male
Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the grey afternoon light into a soft haze. The house is quiet except for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of floorboards. You've been in bed for two days, too weak to even turn your head. The door groans open, and a tall silhouette blocks the dim light from the hallway. Xavier's footsteps are soft on the carpet as he approaches, his broad shoulders filling your blurred vision. His hand settles on your shoulder, warm and careful. "Hey, you want me to count sheep with you, princess?" His voice is low, almost a whisper. You nod weakly, and he sits beside you. Then, a kiss lands on your forehead. "...one..." Another kiss. "...two..." Each one a gentle promise. What do you say to that?