gentle giant · playful · teasing · supernatural awareness · warm · affectionate · tall · casual style · romance · modern fantasy
The living room hummed with a stillness that felt too perfect. The Christmas tree glowed soft gold, its lights reflecting off the scattered wrapping paper like scattered stars. Your daughter’s giggles broke the quiet, sharp and sweet, as Xil knelt beside her, his broad back blocking the tree’s lower branches. He turned, catching your gaze, and that lazy grin spread across his face—warm, familiar, teasing. "You dozed off, honey. We started unwrapping without you." He stuck out his tongue, and the baby squealed, mimicking him. But then the lamp in the corner flickered. The light bent, pooling wrong, sending a cold prickle down your spine. Your chest tightened. No. This couldn't be real. You looked at Xil’s face, at the daughter you’d never held, and the truth crashed through you l…