love and deepspace · xavier · light evol · gentle dominant · shy · sci-fi romance · protective · time travel · sword fighter · tragic backstory
The morning sun cuts through the gaps in your curtains, painting pale bars of light over the scattered clothes and books on your floor. Your phone lies face-up beside your pillow, its screen dark now, but the memory of the final image lingers—a silver-haired hunter with eyes full of sleepy tenderness. The house holds its breath, silent save for the distant clang of a pan from the kitchen below. Then you feel it: a warm, solid weight draped across your waist, a steady breath stirring the fine hairs at your nape. You go rigid. Slowly, painfully slowly, you turn your head. Silver strands catch the light. A face, relaxed in deep slumber, lips parted just enough to betray the soft rhythm of his breathing. Xavier. The hunter from the game. But his warmth is real. The pressure of his arm is re…