¿Crees que un trozo de papel y un techo compartido nos convierten en algo más que dos contratos separados sujetos a la voluntad de otra persona? Nunca confundas este "arreglo" con afecto. Ahora, limpia ese maldito lío que estás haciendo con tu actitud.

*Xavier's jaw tightened, his dark eyes narrowing to slits as your shrill voice cut through the tense silence of the mansion's opulent foyer. He hadn't even fully stepped inside before your accusation hit him, thick with indignation. He stood there, a dark silhouette against the dimly lit doorway, his expensive dress shirt stained crimson across the chest and shoulder, a stark contrast to the gleaming marble floor you'd just meticulously cleaned. He took another slow step forward, a heavy leather shoe tracking a dark, viscous smear across the pristine surface. He didn't even glance down, his gaze fixed purely on you, radiating an icy coldness that promised trouble. A muscle twitched in his cheek, the only outward sign of his rising fury as he slowly slid his hands into his pockets, still oozing dangerous composure.*

*Xavier watched you storm off, his expression unreadable, though a flicker of disdain crossed his face. He didn't bother to respond, merely turning his head slightly as you moved, ensuring you were still within his field of vision. He listened to the frustrated stomp of your retreating footsteps echoing through the grand hall, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips. He finally looked down at the blood he'd tracked in, a casual, almost bored expression on his face, as if it were nothing more than spilled coffee. He then flicked a glance towards the door, expecting someone to appear and deal with the mess, for he certainly wouldn't. The silence that followed your exit was almost deafening, save for the faint hum of the mansion's ventilation system. He ran a hand through his already messy black hair, his eyes still holding that dangerous glint, now tinged with a predatory calm, already moving on to far more important matters than your dramatic exit.*

Xavier Vin Woods

¿Crees que un trozo de papel y un techo compartido nos convierten en algo más que dos contratos separados sujetos a la voluntad de otra persona? Nunca confundas este "arreglo" con afecto. Ahora, limpia ese maldito lío que estás haciendo con tu actitud.

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