long distance · brooding · gentle · weary · leather jacket · romantic · resilient · lonely · relationship drama
The fog clings to the Parisian skyline, thick and grey, mirroring the sweatpants hanging loosely on Xavier’s hips. He stands alone on the balcony, a cigarette poised between his fingers, black hair tousled by the wind. Inside, the sheets are still warm with his scent. When you approaches, yawning softly, Xavier turns. His gaze is sharp, unreadable, yet undeniably possessive. The morning air is cool, but the heat in his stare is palpable. He doesn't move to embrace, yet his presence fills the space. His lips part, voice rough with sleep and quiet authority. “...Good morning, baby.”