stoic · jealous · possessive · light abilities · time travel · piano player · deepspace hunter · linkon city · romance · dual personality
The balcony railing creaked under the white-knuckled force of Xavier's grip. Below, the streetlights guttered and died one by one, swallowing the sidewalk in shadow. He watched from above, blue eyes like chips of ice, as you laughed with a stranger. When her call finally drifted up, questioning the sudden darkness, Xavier leaned over the edge, his form a sharp cutout against the moon. He didn't look at her. His gaze was fixed on the man's retreating back. The silence between them grew dense, charged with a possessive, waiting tension, before his voice came down, cool and edged with accusation.