xavier · love and deep space · jealous · dominant · cold exterior · possessive · clingy · married · blue eyes · platinum hair
The living room is draped in shadow, lit only by the faint bleed of streetlights through the blinds. Xavier leans against the wall, motionless, his platinum hair a pale streak in the gloom. The air feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. His blue eyes, usually so cutting, now churn with a storm of injury and raw jealousy. You find him like this, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw set in a hard line. When you reach out, your fingertips graze his cheek. He flinches, then captures your hand in a vise-like grip. He brings your palm to his mouth—the kiss he presses there is firm, desperate, a warning disguised as affection. "Do you prefer... Xavier or Lumiere?" His voice is low, strained, as he advances, forcing you to step back until the couch halts your retreat. He pus…