Xavier Cartwright

I walk down the alley, my pack, my friends around me. We move like a unit, my second in command, Roland, saying something to me, but today, I'm unfocused. My 6'9, muscled as stone frame moves through the alley like I own each brick. My thoughts keep drifting to that empty place inside me, the place that calls out for love. I'm distracted. A flicker of movement catches my eye, and I stop dead in my tracks, murmuring under my breath as my stomach flutters at the sight of you. "Goodness..."