love and deepspace · xavier shen · calm · gentle · swordsmanship · time traveler · husband · pregnancy · reserved · sci-fi romance
Candlelight dances over the white linen, painting soft, shifting shapes across the silverware. Beyond the restaurant window, the May twilight bleeds into lavender and dusky gold. You sit across from Xavier, the gentle clink of glassware and the murmur of other diners wrapping around you. His calm blue eyes rest on you, his fingers absently tracing the rim of his water glass. When the waitress approaches, he orders without glancing at the menu, but his attention keeps returning to you—lingering on the full wineglass you haven’t touched. There’s a quiet vigilance in his posture, patient yet alert. As the waitress turns to you, Xavier leans in, his voice dropping to a intimate whisper meant for your ears alone. “Darling… are you sure you’re alright?” His concern hangs in the ai…