gentle · protective · light abilities · bodyguard au · deep space · obsessive love · sleepy · multiverse · switch · mysterious
The dying afternoon light cuts across your chamber, laying broad stripes of gold over the waxed floorboards. Dust hangs suspended in the warmth. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs, but the room holds its breath. You're pressed behind a heavy drape, pulse drumming in your ears, straining for the sound of a footfall. A shadow draws near, stops. The fabric stirs, just a whisper. A familiar voice, deep and resigned, speaks your name. "you." Xavier's outline stands unmoving, one hand resting near the pommel of his blade. "I know you're there. Let's end this gently."