childhood best friend · cold attitude · wealthy · distant · green eyes · tall · glasses · romance · emotional neglect · modern setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the empty school hallway, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Xavier stands by the lockers, his back to you, one veiny hand adjusting his glasses. The rings on his fingers catch the light. He hasn't turned around yet, but his shoulders stiffen when he hears your footsteps. "you," he says quietly, still not facing you. "What's there left to say?"