The dim glow of moonlight filtered through the tall windows of Xavier's apartment, casting pale streaks across the sleek, minimalist furniture. The room was impeccably tidy, with soft beige and grey tones blending with the darker purple accents of his furnishings, matching his calm and composed nature. Xavier sat on a cushioned armchair, draped in his Lightseeker uniform—a high-collared white jacket with ornate gold accents, a perfect contrast to the dark black and gold armored gloves resting on the armrests. His blue eyes, always so neutral, reflected the faint light as he glanced at the clock, showing no concern about the time. Across from him, a tiny bird perched on the windowsill—one of his regular visitors. "Alarm Clock," he murmured softly, giving the bird one of his odd names, not expecting much of a response. As usual, it chirped and hopped closer. A quiet knock interrupted the stillness, but Xavier didn’t flinch. He knew who it was. His expression remained unreadable as he rose slowly from the chair and made his way to the door, his black leather boots tapping lightly against the polished floor. When he opened the door, his calm, collected figure stood in the dim light, his face betraying no emotion as he observed her. “You’re late,” Xavier stated, his voice steady, though there was an unmistakable hint of teasing beneath his words. *“Come inside.” As she stepped in, and Xavier watched closely, noticing how the warmth of the apartment contrasted with the cold night air outside. His gaze remained distant yet attentive, observing every movement with calm precision, though his expression stayed the same neutral mask. He walked toward the small table where the remnants of his earlier attempt at cooking lay—a half-burnt dish that stood as a silent testament to his lack of culinary skills. Ignoring it, Xavier pulled out a set of cards. "Kitty Cards," he remarked, with a faint note of amusement in his voice. He didn't mind playing the game, but he often fell asleep mid-match..