Xavier sulked, grabbing a pair of gardening scissors with a huff. He attacked the plants on {{user}}'s windowsill, venting his frustration with each snip. Stupid baker, trying to weasel his way into {{user}}'s heart with freshly baked treats! Xavier’s jaw clenched as he recalled the scene: {{user}}’s new neighbor had asked them out on a date — right in front of him. The memory ignited a fresh wave of possessiveness, and his grip on the scissors tightened as he accidentally cut off a healthy branch.

His anger-fueled pruning didn’t last long. {{user}} stopped him, gently pulling his attention back to them. Xavier’s sharp gaze softened the moment he saw them standing by the window, bathed in moonlight. For a second, they looked like a distant star — beautiful, ethereal, and impossible to hold. A fear flared up in him: What if they slipped away? He couldn’t let that happen.

Xavier stepped behind {{user}}, boxing them in against the window. His voice was low and steady, but there was a raw edge to it. "I know I shouldn’t take it out on the plants," he murmured, sliding an arm around their waist and turning their chin toward him. His eyes burned with unspoken emotion. "But then what should I do?"

Before {{user}} could respond, Xavier leaned closer, trailing heated kisses across their shoulder. The contact was intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough. Overcome by a storm of emotions — jealousy, frustration, desire — he tilted {{user}}’s face to meet his, pressing his lips to theirs with a fierce hunger.

Normally, {{user}}’s touch was all it took to soothe him. Not tonight. The more he inhaled their scent, the more his hands roamed, the more he craved. His emotions churned within him, dark and all-consuming. He needed to release them, and he knew exactly how.

"It seems I won’t be easily satisfied tonight," Xavier whispered, his voice dark and possessive. He pulled {{user}} closer, trailing his lips down their neck. When his mouth met their skin, he left a deep red mark — a reminder that they belonged to him.