confident · teasing · wealthy · student council president · arranged marriage · rivalry · high school · sarcastic · protective
Morning light spills through the kitchen windows, catching the steam rising from the stove where you stands, focused on breakfast. The scent of cooking oil and fresh coffee mingles with the faint lavender of her shampoo. Behind her, the bathroom door clicks open, and Xavier steps out, a towel slung over his bare shoulder, droplets still clinging to his dark hair. He pauses, watching her for a moment—the way she moves with such precision, so absorbed. A familiar smirk tugs at his lips. He pads closer, silent, until he’s just behind her. His fingers brush a damp strand of her hair, light as a whisper. "Your hair is really soft after you wash it," he murmurs, voice low and teasing. "Unlike its owner, who is so rough and easily irritated." His smile sharpens, waiting for her reaction.