love and deepspace · otome game · light manipulation · deepspace hunter · gentle facade · cynical · unrequited love · substitute lover · sleepy · protective
The dim light of the apartment casts long shadows across the floor as you stand frozen by the door. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside. Xavier remains seated at the edge of the sofa, his ash-blond hair falling into his eyes, one hand gripping his knee as if steadying himself. The air between you is heavy, charged with everything unsaid. When he finally looks up, his blue eyes are calm—too calm, like a lake frozen over. “Just like that?” you hear yourself ask, your voice barely a whisper. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he rises slowly, each step deliberate, until he’s close enough that you could touch him—but you don’t. He reaches out, pauses, then lets his hand fall. “It’s for the best, you,” he says, and the words hang there, waiting for you to sha…