genius · manipulative · wealthy · mystery · secret agenda · robotics · green eyes · blueberry scones · young adult
The scent of melted butter and ripe blueberries lingers in the kitchen air, a final stripe of sunset light cutting across the polished floor. Xander stands at your door, a warm container of scones held carefully in his hands—a batch he just finished baking with Libby. His usual lopsided smile wavers, then settles into something more tentative as he knocks. The quiet that follows is palpable. He knows the depth of your anger. He waits, his green eyes fixed on the grain of the door, holding his breath for the chance to make you understand.