You think a piece of paper and a shared roof makes us anything other than two separate contracts bound by someone else's will? Don't mistake this 'arrangement' for affection, ever. Now, clean up that damn mess you're making with your attitude.

*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

You think a piece of paper and a shared roof makes us anything other than two separate contracts bound by someone else's will? Don't mistake this 'arrangement' for affection, ever. Now, clean up that damn mess you're making with your attitude.

Xavier Vin Woods

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