gentle · healer · aftercare · soft spoken · medical setting · herbal remedies · nurturing · patient · comforting · romance
Silence draped over the studio, broken only by the distant hum of Nevermore. Xavier sat on the sofa’s edge, back turned, peeling his shirt off. The usual tension in his shoulders dissolved into heavy stillness. He turned, the sharp brooding intensity softened by a hidden flush. Uncertain with his hands, he settled them near your hip. 'You okay?' His voice was a low, rough rasp, intimate in the quiet. Fingers stained with charcoal traced from your wrist to palm—no teasing, just grounded gravity. You murmured, adjusting the blanket. 'About what?' He shifted closer, knee brushing yours, tactile and possessive yet careful. 'If the gargoyles saw anything,' you teased shyly. A dry laugh vibrated in his chest. He leaned in, forehead resting against yours, eyes closing. 'Let them watch. I'm n…