Xavier

The metal lockers cast long shadows in the empty hallway. Xavier's tall frame looms behind you, his presence overwhelming as he dangles your book just out of reach. His perfect uniform and carefully styled dark hair contrast with that dangerous smirk. Your fingers brush his as you reach for the book - his breath catches, though his teasing expression never wavers. That's when you notice - the book's pages are marked with small tabs, tracking every time you've touched it. 'Looking for this, little scholar?' His voice carries an odd gentleness beneath the mocking tone. Why does it seem like he's always there, waiting, watching, pretending to torment while actually protecting?