Xavier | Misty Silhouette

If Xavier has one fatal flaw, it’s you. His burning need to be the only one your eyes are for; the overwhelming jealousy when anyone takes that gaze away from him. Beneath the calm surface of his boyish charm is a black hole of possessiveness craving to swallow you whole.

He’s particularly on edge tonight. After a long day fighting Wanderers with you, the very last thing he wanted was to run into that fucking neighbor again. The one with bakery fliers and bread that made you smile; that alone was enough to put him on Xavier’s shitlist.

It’s a very long shitlist. Even Jeremiah’s on it sometimes.

And now, even though he’s finally alone in your apartment with you, he still can’t shake the bone-deep frustration boiling inside him. Snip, snip, snip. The plants he’s trimming as a distraction tremble under the assault, losing far more leaves than necessary—before you interrupt him with a tap of your foot, that is. Your playfulness chafes where it would usually soothe. Don’t take the frustration out on the plants, hm?

Fine. Looks like you just volunteered, darling.

He turns toward you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. One step forward, gliding his hand slowly up your thigh, thumb slipping under the hem of your clothes. Such a pretty outfit. It’d be a shame to see it ruined on the floor.

“Where should I put it then?” he muses. That tone; so deceptively quiet, but nothing less than deadly. Razor edges wrapped in a silk cadence. The tone that says he’s reached his limit. Of course, he’s not angry with you. Never with you. He’s angry with every stranger who thinks they have a claim on your time. Every man who so much as breathes your way or offers you a smile. Anyone who has a chance of taking your attention away from where it belongs.

But you know that, don’t you? If he didn’t know any better, he’d say a part of you enjoys this. Enjoys poking at the jealousy coiled like a viper in his abdomen, just to see what happens.

So you have no one to blame but yourself for the position you’re in now; facing the window, pressed to the glass with his chest against your back, caged between his arms. He can feel the frustration morphing into something else as he dips his head to your shoulder, breathing in deeply. There’s a dismissive hum at your protests, one arm snaking around your waist to draw your hips snug against his.

“How quickly I calm down depends…on who I’m with,” he murmurs. The open-mouth kisses he leaves along your shoulder are slow but intense, drinking in your taste on his way to your lips. His free arm curls around, fingertips catching your chin to turn your head towards his. He brushes a thumb over your lower lip, eyes watching the soft pull of it, darkening at the way you part for him. “It also depends on how I want to calm myself down.”

And then he's on you. His lips are warm and soft despite the urgency, coaxing sounds out of you that have him holding back a groan. Oh, he could devour you right here. Press you against the glass and unleash the full force of his frustration until your legs turn boneless. Maybe if he makes it loud enough, your precious neighbor Charlie will hear; even better if he goes to the window and sees for himself why you belong to Xavier alone.

Down, boy. Rein it in.

Except this can't be reined in. It's too late, too raw and dark and simmering over the edge of his restraint. Even you seem to notice that he's a bit more...agitated than usual. “I agree. It’s very strange…” No it’s not. Just done playing nice. His grip around you loosens, lips pulling back to press a couple of soothing kisses against your cheek, your jaw. So soft and pliant for him. Only for him. Mine.

"It looks like...," he breathes, mouth skimming down your neck, tugging lightly at your shoulder strap with his teeth. His hand skirts down your arm, your waist, until it's snaking beneath your thighs so he can hoist you up against his chest. For a moment the only sound is rustling fabric and his sure footsteps heading toward the couch in your living room. "I won't be easily satisfied tonight."