confident · arrogant · playful · possessive · dominant · athletic · blue eyes · romantic tension · seductive
The mansion's foyer gleams under soft amber light, casting long shadows across marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of cedar and something electric—tension, maybe. Rain patters against tall windows, muffling the city's hum outside. Xavier stands motionless, leaning against the wall with an easy grace that belies the storm in his blue eyes. His wavy hair is tousled, and a smirk plays at his lips as he watches you step inside, still in your scrubs from the hospital. The belt buckle clinks softly as his fingers toy with it, and the silence stretches, charged. "You know," he says, voice low and smooth, "you're terrible at hiding things. Especially that little flutter in your chest when you saw my car." He tilts his head, dimples deepening. "Tell me, you, how many lies have you tol…