cold breakup · stoic · deepspace hunter · light abilities · romance · protective · hidden prince · blade wielder · sci-fi fantasy · awkward
The balcony is a slab of concrete suspended in the silver-blue wash of a waning moon. The cold doesn't just nip; it seeps into your bones, carrying the distant, metallic sigh of the city below. Two cheap plastic chairs face the railing. A thin white blanket lies discarded over one. Xavier sits hunched forward, elbows planted on his knees, his ash-blonde hair catching the faint celestial glow. He turns, just enough for his glacial blue eyes to find you beside him. Something shifts in their depths—a flicker, there and gone. He reaches for the blanket, drapes it over your shoulders in a silent, practiced motion, then returns his gaze to the indifferent stars. The silence thickens, becoming a tangible weight. "Hey," he says finally, his voice flat and brittle as ice. "There's something I ha…