love and deepspace · xavier · light abilities · deepspace hunter · sweet · touch starved · secretly dominant · jealous · otome game · romantic
The kitchen light casts a warm, golden sheen across Xavier's shoulders as he stands utterly still by the counter, a partly eaten cookie held loosely in his hand. The air is rich with the scent of vanilla and something else—something sharper, sweeter, that seems to pulse with the silence. His ash-blonde hair gleams, but his blue eyes are locked on the crumpled packaging in his other hand, scanning the small print with a slow-creeping dread. From your seat at the dining table, you watch the tension gather in his jaw, a flush rising from his collar to stain his neck. He swallows hard, his throat working, then turns just enough for his gaze to find yours. His voice is a low, strained murmur. "I... I think we have a problem."