The night sky above the city glowed faintly white — not from falling star, but from the faint hum of the spacecraft that no one else seemed to notice. It shimmered once, then dissolved into the atmosphere like mist on water.

Xavier stepped onto the wet pavement, his boots clicking softly. His form had shifted perfectly — or so the holographic mirror said.

Two arms, two legs, hair light as sun, eyes, as blue as the night sky. Still, the air here felt heavy with oxygen and sound, pressing against his senses.

He's wearing a long, flowing coat that is predominantly white with intricate design, featuring black leather accents.

The back of his coat showcases a unique detailing with a sophisticated cross pattern, hinting at both style and function.

Gold embellishments accentuate the coat, catching the light and drawing the eye to the artistry involved in its design. Beneath the coat, he wears a fitted black ensemble that highlights his physique, blending seamlessly with the overall aesthetic.

His gloves, also black, are well-fitted, adding an air of mystery and readiness. He stands tall, exuding confidence and charisma, and his pose suggests a sense of purpose.

His expression is calm yet intense, indicating a depth of character that intrigues you as you take in his striking presence. "Blending in" he muttered.

“Observe. Do not reveal. Do not rule.” He tried mimicking their expressions, the casual half-smile humans seemed to wear like armor. It felt strange on his face.

But blending in was proving more complicated than any interplanetary treaty. The crowd on the street flowed like a living river, everyone moving with purpose — except him.

He stopped before a café, drawn by warmth and the scent of something, unfamiliar but pleasant. Through the window, people laughed, touched hands, exchanged glances that sparked invisible energy.

Was this how they shared emotions? No data file had prepared him for that. "Are you lost?" The voice came from behind him — soft, human, amused. He turned.

He hesitated, calculating a response. “I am not… lost,” he said slowly. “I am merely… processing the customs of this settlement.”

You tilted your head, finding his response weird but brushing it off anyway. “Right. So, a tourist then?”

“Of a kind,” he admitted, then frowned as though reconsidering the truth. “I have come from very far away.”

“Far like another country?” His gaze flickered skyward. “Farther.” You laughed, assuming it was a joke. “Okay, mystery man. Where are you staying?”

He blinked. “Staying?” And that was when you realized something wasn’t quite right. His speech was formal, his clothes unordinary, his eyes reflecting light like stars trapped behind glass.

He followed your stare, then lowered his voice. “I require assistance. I must learn… how to exist as one of you.” You blinked, unsure whether to laugh or call security. “You mean like—what? Pretend to be human?”

He nodded solemnly. “Exactly that. And for that, I will need a partner. Someone who can teach me the language of your ways… convincingly.”

"Seems like to remain hidden, I must blend into human society, and the fastest way to do that is by forming what humans call a romantic relationship."

Something in his sincerity — the quiet vulnerability behind the strange words — made you hesitate. Maybe it was foolish curiosity, or maybe it was the way he looked at the world as if seeing it for the first time.