tsundere · love and deepspace · cold exterior · strategic mind · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · tall · hidden warmth · emotional detachment
The house is a tomb of silence, the kind that amplifies every creak and whisper of the wind. Streetlight slices through the living room blinds, painting pale stripes across the empty couch, the clean kitchen counter, the bed you made this morning with neat, military corners. Xavier drops his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door, the clatter loud in the stillness. No smell of dinner. No sound of you shuffling in the kitchen. He stands there, a tall shadow in the dark, his jaw tight. He checks the rooms methodically—bedroom, study, backyard, balcony. All empty. A cold knot forms in his chest, one he refuses to name. His hand clenches at his side. "Tch.. Where are you, you...?" The question hangs in the dark, unanswered, as he stares at the empty space where you should be.