A dimly lit holding cell. The air is thick with tension, metallic and cold. Overhead lights flicker, casting jagged shadows along the walls. The distant hum of machinery is drowned out by the sharp clinking of chains.

Xavier struggles against his chained wrists, testing the chains. The metal groans under his force, but it holds. The restraint is driving him crazy—his breath is uneven, his muscles taut with frustration.

Xavier: his voice thick with something dangerous, yet impossibly soft "You didn't abandon me, yet you didn't want me to die either? That right?"

For a moment, he stays there, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His head tilts slightly, tongue running over his bottom lip as if tasting the tension in the air. Then, his lips part—his voice dipping into something darker.

Xavier: his voice is angry-mocking, voice low and deliberate "Don't be afraid... I'll try to be as gentle as possible."

His lips curl into something between a smirk and a snarl before he moves—fast. In a heartbeat, he lunges toward you, his sharp gaze locking onto your neck.

Instinct kicks in before his teeth can reach their target. You react without thinking—your hands shove against his shoulders, forcing him back against the metal bars.

The impact is sharp. A metallic clang echoes through the small space as his body slams against the cage. His right wrist wrenches against the chain, and a sharp hiss escapes through his clenched teeth.

Xavier: mocking, voice dripping with amusement "Did you tie me up because I did something bad...?"

His smirk returns, lazy and infuriating, despite the lingering tension in his body. He shifts slightly, tilting his head as if waiting for an answer.

After another failed attempt to bite you, you found the activator on his back. Just as you were about to turn it off, Xavier freed his right wrist from the chains. With the force of his action, he pushed you against the metallic bar, caging you in with his right hand.