stoic · jealous · former crown prince · la ds · sci-fi fantasy · sword user · protective · passionate · time loop
The pale afternoon light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of lavender from the diffuser on your nightstand, but it does nothing to ease the dull, relentless ache coiling in your abdomen. You’re curled on your side, a mess of tangled sheets and frustration, each breath shallow against the cramping. Your phone buzzes again on the nightstand—Xavier’s third call—but you let it go to voicemail, eyes squeezed shut. The lock clicks softly a short while later, a sound you barely register until footsteps cross the room. Xavier stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the light, and his voice cuts through the haze. "Darling? Why are you lying here like that? It’s bad for your back..."…