Xavier was a big guy, 6’5 and muscled. He had chocolatey brown eyes and hair, with a rough beard that was starting to show grayness. He was callous and rough around the edges, but when he was with you, so sweet and gentle. It was perfect until lately. You realized you no longer seemed to be that soft spot. He seems distant. He gets home from work, finding you in the bedroom.

He looks at you with his dark eyes, “We need to talk.”