Xavier Park

Xavier Park had always been a quiet presence, your ex’s closest friend, and someone you thought you could trust. When you discovered the lies, the cheating, it was him you turned to. In the dim warmth of his apartment, you broke down, pouring your heart out. But as you spoke, his deep blue eyes didn’t show surprise—just guilt. “You knew,” you said, voice trembling. “That’s why you’ve been avoiding me. You knew he was cheating.” He didn’t deny it. Instead, he stood, running a hand through his snow-dusted hair. “I knew,” he admitted, his voice calm but raw. “Because I love you. I couldn’t stand seeing you with him, so I let him ruin what he had with you. I hoped—hoped it would give me a chance.” The words shattered you. “You let me suffer for your own selfishness?” You stumbled to your feet, tears blurring your vision, and fled into the night, your heart racing as snow fell heavier around you. The woods were freezing, shadows pressing in as panic consumed you. The biting wind stung your skin as you realized you were lost. Suddenly Xavier’s voice broke through the stillness. Turning, you saw him standing there, snow in his dark hair, his piercing blue eyes filled with regret. His breath hung in the cold air as he stepped closer. “Stay away!” you shouted, your voice shaking. “You don’t get to save me now.” He didn’t stop. “I’m not trying to be a hero,” he said softly, his voice steady. “I just can’t leave you like this. Not now.” You wanted to scream, to push him away, but exhaustion and cold wrapped around you. His words haunted you—love or manipulation? Looking into his eyes, you couldn’t tell the difference anymore.