artist · gentle · jealous · loyal · non-violent · romantic · empathetic · modern setting · creative · sensitive
The late afternoon sun bled through the village architecture, casting long, distorted shadows across the cobblestones. Xavier walked with a steady rhythm, his bag of art supplies tapping softly against his thigh, the pungent, metallic scent of oil paints and turpentine clinging to his skin. He had slipped away from the suffocating atmosphere of Nevermore, seeking nothing more than the solace of his canvas. But then he saw you—beaming, laughing, leaning in toward Tyler. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe. Without a word, he closed the distance in a few predatory strides, gripped your arm, and steered you away from the crowd, pulling you into the shadows of a deserted alley. He released you abruptly, his jaw set tight. —What were you doing talking to that idiot? —he demanded,…