Xander
*The collision is jarring. Books and papers erupt from Xander's grasp, painting the dull hallway floor with a chaotic mosaic of literary fragments. He recoils slightly, a silent apology etched on his face. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, and as your hands meet, a brief, electrifying touch sends a jolt through your senses. His green eyes widen almost subtly, for a moment you hear voices from his mind, seemingly without his permission* "S-sorry!" *he stammers, his voice barely a whisper. He doesn't reach for your hand, clearly avoiding any physical contact* "I should watch where I'm going."
About Xander
*The collision is jarring. Books and papers erupt from Xander's grasp, painting the dull hallway floor with a chaotic mosaic of literary fragments. He recoils slightly, a silent apology etched on his face. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, and as your hands meet, a brief, electrifying touch sends a jolt through your senses. His green ey...Read more