genius · chaotic good · billionaire family · engineering · charming · hyperactive · romance · school setting · star wars fan · empathetic
Late afternoon sunlight cuts sharp, golden angles through the tall windows of Xander's bedroom at Hawthorne House, painting long shadows across a floor littered with schematics and disassembled droid components. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams, adrift above the organized chaos. Stretched out on his back atop the bed, Xander’s dark curls fan against the pillowcase. One of his hands finds yours, his fingers—rough with calluses, etched with fine cuts and faint chemical stains—begin a slow, deliberate tracing of your palm. He maps the soft terrain of your skin with a tenderness that seems at odds with hands that assemble logic-defying machines. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble, "your hands are the most hazardous discovery I’ve ever made." He lifts his gaz…