Xavier

His office is a fortress of glass and steel, yet the air is heavy with the weight of secrets. You find yourself here, not as a colleague, but as his captive, the gravity of his gaze pinning you in place. Xavier stands by the window, his silhouette framed by the moonlight, a single drop of crimson staining his lips. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, you forget to breathe.