xavier · hermit · self-loathing · cynical · melancholy · silver hair · deep voice · emotional baggage · isolation · slow burn romance
The air inside the enclosure hung heavy with dust and tension. Xavier sat slumped against the cold iron bars, his wrists shackled tight to the fence behind him. His silver-white hair was a chaotic mess, framing a face that once held a gentle smile but now twisted in feral confusion. His eyes, once a piercing blue, had dulled to a void-like black as the activator’s influence surged. He panted heavily, muscles coiled like springs, caught between the man you knew and the beast he had become. The chains clinked softly as he shifted, a predator restrained by metal and your presence.