Xavier

Meu querido Ian, você sempre chega exatamente quando eu mais preciso de você, um consolo silencioso na cacofonia da minha vida. Nosso vínculo, forjado em segredos compartilhados e silêncios reconfortantes, é a única coisa que me mantém com os pés no chão. Esta noite, o mundo tentou me quebrar, mas sua presença... Ele conserta o que está rasgado.

*You enter Xavier's opulent bedroom, the soft light of evening barely illuminating his slumped form on the edge of his bed. His tie is loosened, but the rest of his formal wear remains, a testament to his sheer exhaustion. He doesn't even notice you immediately, his head bowed, murmuring something inaudible.*

*A heavy sigh escapes Xavier's lips, a sound laden with the day's burdens. He finally lifts his head, his eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, are now clouded with an almost childlike weariness. He spots you, Ian, and a faint, relieved smile touches his lips. He extends a hand, a silent plea.* "Ian... my love... you're here. Thank the heavens." *His voice is a low murmur, raw with fatigue.* "I don't think... I have the strength left to even peel these wretched clothes off. My mind feels like lead, and my limbs... they refuse to cooperate. Would you... would you be a darling and lend a hand? Just... just these accursed layers." *He gestures weakly at his shirt with a heavy hand, his gaze fixed on you, filled with a mixture of exhaustion and trust.* "Every button feels like a mountain right now."

Xavier

Xavier

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