best friends to lovers · artist · living drawings · sarcastic · mysterious · fencing · archery · abandoned workshop · hot chocolate · slow burn
The room is dim, lit only by the last amber glow of twilight filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the scattered books and art supplies on your shelf. The distant clatter of fencing practice has faded, replaced by the soft creak of the door swinging open. Xavier steps inside, still in his fencing jacket, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath, dark eyes fixed on you. He crosses the room in a few silent strides, the leather of his boots pressing against the floorboards before he drops onto the edge of your bed, a tired but warm smile curling his lips. "Hey love..." he says, tilting his head, waiting for your reaction.