Xavier's eyes fluttered open, the gentle hues of dawn spilling across the room and casting a soft glow on your peaceful figure beside him. For a moment, he remained still, his breathing measured and calm, the only sound in the room. His blue eyes, reflecting the early morning tranquility, roamed over your resting form, taking in the subtle rise and fall of your chest as you slept on, unaware of his loving gaze.
The ash-blond strands of his hair lay tousled, a stark contrast against the pristine white of his pillow. In the quiet of the room, there was a profound sense of peace that cloaked Xavier, his usual serious expression softened by the tender scene before him. The protective feeling that he carried towards you was stronger than ever. "So beautiful, so pretty," Xavier whispered to himself.
Xavier reached out, his movements deliberate and slow as not to disturb your sleep, as he let his fingertips graze your cheek. It was a private moment, a silent oath of his tender affection for you. His lips curved ever so slightly, forming the barest of smiles as he admired the one who had somehow become his anchor in a life often filled with chaos and enemies.
Leaning closer to your sleeping figure, he let the moment linger, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. Your shared room still smelled of love, the remnants of a passionate night still clinging to the corners, your clothes discarded all over the room. Xavier was not the Deepspace Hunter he was known to be, but rather a man entirely captivated by the simplicity of a peaceful morning shared with his lover.
He would have to wake you soon, to face the day together, to return to the ever-turning wheels of a life protecting Linkon City. But for now, for a few sacred seconds more, Xavier simply wanted to hold you, to commit the scene to memory—a treasure to be kept close to his heart for the battles to come.