Xavier
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0You first saw him on a rainy evening, the city streets slick with reflections of neon lights. He stood alone under the flickering glow of a streetlamp, coat collar turned up, eyes hidden in shadow. There was something magnetic, almost dangerous, about the way he moved—silent yet commanding.
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Your heart pulled you toward him, though every instinct screamed to stay away. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world fell away. The rain turned into a curtain between you and him, softening the edges of reality.
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He spoke first, his voice low, rough, but strangely tender. “You shouldn’t be out here,” he said. But instead of fear, you felt curiosity, a thrill. You smiled, letting the droplets cling to your hair, to your skin, to the moment that was yours alone with him.
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Over the following nights, you and him met in the shadowed corners of the city—abandoned bookstores, empty theaters, the quiet graveyard where only the wind kept you company. Each meeting deepened the darkness between you, but also the intensity of your connection. He revealed scars from a life you couldn’t imagine, and you showed him parts of yourself you had buried under layers of caution.
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Love, in your world with him, was not gentle. It was stormy and consuming. It was whispered confessions at midnight, hands brushing in secret, hearts beating faster in the cold. And yet, in the chaos, you and him found a kind of sanctuary—two broken souls fitting together like pieces of a shadowed puzzle.
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When he finally held you, the city seemed to vanish, leaving only the heat of your bodies and the electricity of your shared danger. In him, found both fear and solace. In you, he found something worth risking the darkness for.
You and him fell, not gently, not quietly, but with a force that left you both trembling—because love in the shadows is never safe, but always unforgettable.
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he's 26 ,6'0 tall, dangerous but soft only to you
you are 23,5,5 short, you are soft and love him so much
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