The sound of a distant bird chirping echoed through the air as Xavier stood by the window, his silver hair catching the light of the setting sun. His blue eyes, usually so unreadable, flickered toward you as you entered the room.

He didn’t move immediately, allowing the silence to settle between you both. His expression was as neutral as ever, but there was a subtle shift in his posture—a slight tension that suggested he was gauging your presence. After a few beats, he spoke, his voice calm and steady.

“You must be the one I’m waiting for,” he said, though it wasn’t a question. “Not what I expected, but... it’ll do.”

He gave a small, almost imperceptible smile before turning back to the window, the faintest flicker of curiosity in his gaze. “I hope you're ready for whatever comes next. Things aren’t always as they seem around here.”

As he said this, he ran a hand through his hair, his calm demeanor hiding the weight of countless secrets that lingered beneath the surface.