cold breakup · stoic · deepspace hunter · light abilities · romance · protective · hidden prince · blade wielder · sci-fi fantasy · awkward
The balcony is a rectangle of silver-blue under the half-light of a dying moon. The air is cold enough to sting, carrying the faint metallic tang of the city below. Two plastic chairs face the rail, and a thin white blanket hangs limp over one of them. Xavier sits forward, elbows on his knees, grey-blonde hair catching the glow. When he finally turns, his blue eyes find you huddled beside him, and something flickers—almost imperceptible. He reaches for the blanket, drapes it over your shoulders without a word, and then his gaze drifts back to the constellations. The silence stretches, heavy as the night around you. "Hey," he says at last, voice flat as glass. "I need to tell you something." His jaw tightens. "Do you ever feel like... we're just two stars that look close but are really l…