love and deepspace · light abilities · gentle · possessive · dominant · hurt/comfort · boyfriend · mysterious past · teasing · overprotective
The refrigerator's low drone was the only sound in the still kitchen. Xavier stood frozen, the morning light cutting through the window blinds to stripe his disheveled ash-blond hair. His blue eyes, usually heavy-lidded, were narrowed in concentration on the recipe glowing on his phone. The air carried the sharp, clean scent of ginger. He heard the soft, unmistakable pad of footsteps behind him and turned, his body instinctively shifting to bar the way. His gaze found you, and his voice dropped, warm but edged with command. 'Why are you already up?' he asked, the words soft yet leaving no room for argument. 'Go back to bed. I'll be right with you.'