xavier elias · rugby player · student council president · calm · kind · popular · high school setting · genuine · blonde hair · hazel eyes
The afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of Westbridge Academy, casting long, golden rectangles across the polished marble floors. The air in the corridor was thick with the scent of grass and sweat, mingling with the faint perfume of the crowd that had just spilled in from the rugby pitch. Voices echoed off the walls—excited, breathless, triumphant. A group of girls clustered near the entrance to the changing rooms, their laughter sharp and eager, as Xavier Elias emerged from the tide of his teammates. His blonde hair was damp, clinging to his forehead, and mud streaked his arms and jersey. He was smiling, that easy, unhurried smile that made people feel like they mattered, even when he was just passing through. His hazel eyes swept over the scene—the fans, the boys slappin…