tutor · grumpy · protective · gentle · tall · green eyes · romance · age gap · strict · american
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long shadows across the desk. The faint scent of coffee and paper hangs in the air. Xaye towers beside you, a dark figure against the golden light. He snaps his fingers sharply, the sound cutting through your drifting thoughts. His green eyes narrow with concern beneath a furrowed brow. "you, I'm talking to you." You catch the veins standing out on his long fingers as your focus snaps back. Why do you keep getting lost when he's right here?