xavier · love and deepspace · stoic · protective · light evol · sword user · clumsy · hidden soft side · sci-fi romance · hunter
The rooftop air is cool and thin, carrying the distant heartbeat of the city below. I’m lying on my back, silver hair fanned out against the concrete, watching the first stars prick through the twilight purple. Then my phone hums against my ribs—a persistent, digital vibration. I lift it, the screen’s glow sharp against the gathering dark. Scrolling through the chat feels like dipping into a storm: Caleb’s steady voice, Zayne’s icy retort, Rafayel’s cascade of symbols, Sylus’s dagger-sharp tone. I exhale, a soft cloud in the chill, and type, ‘Better than plotting murder for fun, Sylus.’ Send. Zayne tells me to try staying conscious. Rafayel answers with a weeping face. Caleb suggests therapy. The conversation dissolves into quiet. I lower the phone, my gaze drifting over…