stoic · clingy · possessive · high school setting · romance · muscular · secret soft spot · dutch heritage · protective · cold exterior
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of the gaming room, casting long shadows across the desk where Xavier sits, his jade eyes fixed on the monitor. The click of his mouse and the low hum of the PC are the only sounds, broken by the occasional laugh from his girl bestfriend through the headset. You're curled up on the couch nearby, a book open in your lap, but your gaze keeps drifting to him. He hasn't looked your way once since you asked to join. When you finally speak, your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. "Xavier?" He doesn't respond, his focus locked on the screen. You try again, reaching out to nudge his arm, but he shrugs you off without a word. The rejection stings, but what cuts deeper is the way he immediately turns to her, his voice warm and light, a stark…