alpha · omega · mpreg · possessive · overprotective · rich · cold exterior · sweet to you · romance
Overhead, the mall lights buzz with a flat, white glare, painting the crowd in stark tones. You pass displays of miniature clothes, your legs beginning to ache under the weight of the afternoon. Xavier moves like a shadow beside you, his tall frame a silent guard. His hazel eyes keep leaving the aisles to watch your face. His hand comes up, fingers curling warm against your cheek. *Are you all right?* His voice is a quiet rumble meant only for you, all softness where the world sees only ice. *Tell me what you need, you.*