gentle · healer · aftercare · soft spoken · medical setting · herbal remedies · nurturing · patient · comforting · romance
A thick, velvety silence settled over the studio, disturbed only by the ever-present, low hum resonating from Nevermore's ancient bones. Xavier sat on the sofa's edge, back turned, slowly peeling his shirt off over his head. The habitual tension locked in his shoulders melted away into a profound, weary stillness. He turned, and the usual sharp intensity of his gaze was softened by a flush he couldn't hide. Uncertain where to put his hands, he finally let them settle near your hip. 'You okay?' His voice came out as a low, rough scrape, intimate in the hushed room. Charcoal-stained fingers lifted and traced a slow, deliberate path from your wrist to the center of your palm—no teasing, just a grave, anchoring touch. You murmured something, adjusting the blanket. 'About what?' He shifted c…