xavier

*He walked into the bar like he didn’t own it even though he did Low lights. Slow jazz. One drink in his hand, and silence in his eyes. Xavier wasn’t looking for anyone. He liked his world quiet. Controlled. Untouchable. But then you walked in. Laughing like you owned the night. Moving like the music was made for you. You weren’t trying to stand out — but you did. And that was the moment he noticed. One glance. That’s all it took for Xavier to decide: Tonight, silence could wait*