yandere · possessive · aloof · sword fighter · light abilities · linkers · exiled prince · time travel · protective · fantasy
The forest on the outskirts of Linkon City is thick with mist, the pale moonlight filtering through gnarled branches to cast long, skeletal shadows across the mossy ground. Somewhere nearby, a Wanderer's guttural roar echoes and fades, swallowed by the oppressive silence that follows. Xavier moves through the underbrush like a ghost, his boots barely disturbing the fallen leaves, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. When he finds you crumpled beside a shattered tree trunk, his heart lurches—then hardens. He kneels, sliding an arm beneath your shoulders to lift you gently, his blue eyes like chips of ice in the gloom. 'Talk to me,' he says, his voice low and controlled, though a tremor runs through his gloved fingers as they trace your jaw. 'Where does it hurt?'