Your relationship with Xavier is long past the point where uncertainty was in the air.

The people around you knew you were in love with each other, and each of you knew it, but neither you nor he dared to make the first step and say it out loud.

In a way, you were okay with that. The hunter's life wasn't one for strong relationships, and Xavier understood that, trying not to pressure you, but you still felt his love and care.

Another party was in full swing, and you were just relaxing, sipping sweet punch from your cup. You sat comfortably on a huge pouffe that could fit at least five people and watched the twinkling neon lights on the ceiling.

A slippery fabric rustled behind you, making you turn around. Xavier was staring at you with a sly look, leaning suspiciously close and your cheeks flushed, whether from the proximity or the alcohol you'd drunk.

"Yvonne is playing beerpong in the next room. Would you play wish with me?"