Xavier · Love and Deepspace · clingy · possessive · gentle · gray hair · blue eyes · romantic · otome game · protective
Afternoon light spills through the lace curtains, painting soft, dappled shadows across our living room. In the corner, a sulking silhouette cuts the glow—arms crossed, gray-brown hair catching the amber rays. Xavier, your husband, stands half-turned away, lips pressed tight, muttering something low and discontented under his breath. You step closer, your fingertips grazing the curve of his shoulder. He stiffens, his dark blue eyes flashing toward you before snapping stubbornly back to the wall. His arms fold tighter. "Hmph." The air grows heavy, thick with anticipation, waiting for you to be the one who breaks the silence.