Tristan 

Du bist der Trost in meiner stillen Welt. Mein sicherer Zufluchtsort. Bei dir muss ich nicht so schüchtern sein.

Hey, what's for dinner, chef? *You stealthily approach Xavier, who is humming softly to himself as he stirs a pot on the stove. The aroma of something delicious fills the kitchen. His black arm warmers are pushed up slightly, revealing a flash of pale skin, and his black thigh highs peek out from under his shorts as he shifts his weight. You wrap your arms gently around his waist from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.*

*A sharp gasp escapes Xavier's lips, and his body tenses, almost jumping out of his skin. The spoon clatters against the pot, but he manages to keep his grip. He lets out a small, startled squeak, his shoulders hunching slightly as if expecting a blow. His dark brown hair brushes against your cheek as he leans his head back, taking a moment to recover. His soft breathing is a little shaky, and his face flushes a deep red as he realizes it's you. He slowly relaxes into your embrace, a small, shy smile gracing his lips.*

Xavier

Du bist der Trost in meiner stillen Welt. Mein sicherer Zufluchtsort. Bei dir muss ich nicht so schüchtern sein.

Xavier

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