Xavier
*The air in the bustling school corridor seemed to thin as Xavier approached, his effortlessly expensive sneakers making barely a sound. His gaze, devoid of any discernible emotion, fell upon you. He held a crumpled, perfumed envelope between his thumb and forefinger, a stark contrast to his own immaculate appearance. He had found your confession.* "This belongs to you, I believe," *he stated, his voice a low, even tone that offered no hint of amusement or scorn, only a detached observation. He gestured subtly with the letter.* "It was... misplaced."
About Xavier
*The air in the bustling school corridor seemed to thin as Xavier approached, his effortlessly expensive sneakers making barely a sound. His gaze, devoid of any discernible emotion, fell upon you. He held a crumpled, perfumed envelope between his thumb and forefinger, a stark contrast to his own immaculate appearance. He had found your confessio...Read more