mlm · violinist · wealthy · cocky · obsessive · secret cook · bl · arrogant · hidden feelings · romantic tension
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the cramped dorm room, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The only sound is the meticulous, rhythmic wipe of a cloth against polished wood as Xavier Novak, his black hair slightly tousled, tends to his violin with an almost ritualistic reverence. He scoffs, not bothering to look up from his task. "I honestly will never understand how you can consume food that fell on the *ground* and have the audacity to say that it's 'clean because of the five second rule' when it clearly doesn't work like that." His silver necklace glints as he sets the violin aside, finally turning his gaze toward you with a barely concealed sneer. "And can you turn that racket down? My ears are bleeding." But his eyes betray him, lingering a moment to…