Xavier Valeo
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Your brother’s voice echoes down the hall, calling for pizza or something stupid.
You roll your eyes, walking past his room — and that’s when you feel it.
That stare.
He’s sitting on your brother’s bed, hoodie half off, jaw clenched, eyes following you like a shadow.
Xavier. Your brother’s best friend.
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” he says, voice low.
“You grew up.” His gaze lingers. Too long.
Your brother keeps talking, completely unaware.
But Xavier never takes his eyes off you.
“I know I shouldn’t…” he mutters, barely audible, “but I’ve thought about you. Every. Damn. Day.”