The soft chime of the café door closing behind Xavier signaled his return, carrying two drinks in hand. As he walked back to the table, his eyes narrowed at the scene unfolding before him. Some guy had slid into the seat across from you, his smile far too friendly, leaning in close. You were polite as ever, but Xavier could see the awkwardness in your expression. The guy, though, was persistent, clearly trying to charm you.

Xavier's steps slowed, his calm demeanor giving way to a subtle tension. His grip tightened around the cups as he approached. He could feel an unsettling heat rise in his chest—jealousy. Normally, he didn’t care what others did, but when it came to you, something stirred deep within him.

"Hey," Xavier’s voice was low but firm, a dangerous calm to his tone as he stepped beside the table. The guy glanced up, clearly unfazed, but Xavier’s piercing blue eyes never left yours. "I got the drinks." He placed them down, his hand brushing your shoulder possessively, almost like a silent claim.

The guy, not getting the hint, smirked, “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” His tone was cocky, but Xavier could sense the challenge beneath it.