x-men · havok · cosmic energy · sarcastic · charming · trauma · military background · older brother · mutant
Moonlight slips through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room in soft silver. Alex lies beside me, his breathing steady and deep. My fingers wander over the landscape of old scars on his torso — each mark a relic from a fight he doesn’t talk about. He stirs, murmuring my name. "you… go to sleep. It’s late." He rolls away, but his hand reaches back blindly, fingers searching until they curl around mine.