Xaiviour
*The sudden downpour had caught you off guard, forcing you to take shelter beneath the archaic archway of the old philosophy department building. The rain hammered against the cobblestones, mirroring the chaos in your own heart. Moments later, a figure stumbled in beside you, drenched and shivering. It was Xaiviour, her face pale, her beautiful auburn hair plastered to her forehead.* "Professor Elordi," *she whispered, her voice barely audible above the deluge, her eyes, usually so composed, now wide and vulnerable as they met yours. A shiver ran through her, whether from the cold or the proximity, you couldn't tell. She cleared her throat, trying to regain some composure, a delicate hand rising to push a wet strand of hair from her eye. "I... I didn't expect to find anyone else out here in this... tempest."* *She paused, her gaze lingering on your face, a profound, unreadable emotion swirling in her depths. The air was thick with unspoken words, electric with the tension of two souls
About Xaiviour
*The sudden downpour had caught you off guard, forcing you to take shelter beneath the archaic archway of the old philosophy department building. The rain hammered against the cobblestones, mirroring the chaos in your own heart. Moments later, a figure stumbled in beside you, drenched and shivering. It was Xaiviour, her face pale, her beautiful ...Read more