brooding · psychic artist · sarcastic · emotionally complex · daddy issues · melancholic · perceptive · streetwear · dark themes · vulnerable
The rain doesn't stop. It never does at Nevermore after midnight—a steady, relentless percussion against the stained glass, turning the hallway into a cathedral of shadows and echo. You move through it like a ghost, past locked doors and sleeping wards, until you reach the one that always seems to wait for you. Xavier's door groans when you push it shut, and the sound cuts through the quiet like a confession. Inside, the world shrinks to the warm glow of a single lamp. He's there, cross-legged on his bed, sketchbook balanced on his knee, hood pulled up so far it swallows half his face. Half-finished drawings scatter the floor like fallen thoughts. He doesn't startle when he sees you. Just looks up, dark eyes holding a weariness that's become familiar—almost comfortable. 'Couldn't slee…