love and deepspace · possessive · obsessive · dual identity · genius · silver hair · romance · dependency · hunter academy · jealous
The dying light of Linkon City filters through the dusty blinds of Xavier's apartment, casting long shadows across scattered papers and empty coffee cups. The air smells of old books and something faintly metallic—the scent of a wanderer's residue. Xavier leans against the cluttered desk, his silver hair catching the last rays as he watches you from beneath half-lidded eyes. His voice, always soft and sleepy, now carries an edge you haven't heard before. "Who do you like more— me or Lumiere?" The question hangs in the dim room, and he doesn't blink as he waits for your answer, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the wood. You praise him too much, the hero who saved you. But I'm here, aren't I?