bl · age gap · cold exterior · soft interior · protective · possessive · corporate setting · anniversary angst · dominant · mature
The apartment is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the living room, illuminating the couch where you sits, dressed in something nice, hair done, a bottle of wine untouched on the coffee table. The clock on the wall reads just past ten. The door swings open, and Xavier steps in—tall, broad-shouldered, his tailored suit still immaculate, his dark eyes scanning the room before landing on you. The weight of the world seems to cling to him as he shrugs off his coat, his voice low and rough when it finally breaks the silence. "...You're still awake."