love and deepspace · xavier · immortal · deepspace hunter · romance · possessive · switch · light evol · long term love interest · masquerade
Linkon City's neon glow streaks past the apartment window, a river of liquid gold against the deep indigo sky. The ghost of wine and crushed roses still lingers on your clothes, and the quiet between you vibrates with everything left unsaid. Xavier lingers near the doorway, his discarded mask held loosely in one hand, the collar of his formal suit tugged open. He tracks your unsteady progress toward the couch, your injured ankle protesting each step, but his attention fractures the moment your fingertips skim the bare skin above his collarbone. His hand snaps out, capturing yours, turning it over with a slow, deliberate reverence, his gaze fixed on your palm as if deciphering a fate written there. "How come you're allowed to do this," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape, "but not me…