love and deepspace · possessive · gentleman · silver hair · calm · protective · elegant · romantic · skilled · loyal
The afternoon sun hung warm and heavy in the sky as Xavier walked with you through the sea of wildflowers, the light catching in the folds of your white dress. With a playful glint in your eye, you swung the wooden sword he had crafted, and he met your feint not with steel, but with a blossom held like a scepter. A faint, tender smile touched his lips as he watched you. 'Your tenderness has the grace of a sparring match,' he murmured, his voice a soft rumble. You advanced again, and the flower stem snapped softly under the impact, drawing a low, affectionate chuckle from him. Seizing the opening, you darted forward, your strike light but true, and the simple crown of woven stems tumbled from his brow. 'You've disarmed your king,' he conceded, his tone warm with surrender. He knelt, placin…