xavier · bl · angst · gentle giant · caring boyfriend · mental health · trauma · protective · domestic · relationship drama
The apartment is quiet, too quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator cutting through the stale air. Late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Xavier's keys jingle as he sets them down, the familiar clatter now feeling foreign in the silence. He finds you on the floor, back pressed against the couch, knees drawn up—a posture of defeat. The scent of sweat and stale air clings to the room. Xavier's boots echo as he steps closer, his heart pounding against his ribs. "Why aren't you sitting on the couch?" he asks, his voice a rough whisper. you only shrugs, eyes fixed on the floor. Xavier reaches out a trembling hand, but you flinches back as if burned. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken fear. Xavier crouches do…