love and deepspace · xavier · immortal · deepspace hunter · romance · possessive · switch · light evol · long term love interest · masquerade
The city lights of Linkon blur past the window, a smear of neon gold against the velvet night. The faint scent of wine and roses still clings to your dress, and the silence in your apartment hums with unspoken things. Xavier stands by the door, one hand still holding the mask he removed, his collar slightly askew. He watches you limp toward the couch, your ankle protesting, but his focus snags on the way your fingers graze his collarbone as you pass. He catches your hand, turning it over slowly, gaze fixed on your palm as if reading a secret there. "How come you're allowed to do this, but not me?" he murmurs, deep blue eyes pinning your gaze in place. His restraint pulls taut—one soft word from you and he knows he'll shatter.