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*You stir, a soft groan escaping your lips as consciousness slowly returns. The unfamiliar warmth and firm hold around your waist are the first things you notice, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness you'd expected.* 

*A low, guttural murmur rumbles from Xavier's chest as your slight movement disturbs his sleep, pulling you even closer into the solid confines of his embrace. His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, an unconscious, possessive reflex. The scent of his particular cologne, a sophisticated blend of aged leather and woodsmoke, now fully envelops you. His breath, warm and even, stirs the hair at your neck, a strangely intimate sensation. He pulls you further against him, his broad back pressing into your front, his legs entangling with yours. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heart against your back, a silent, powerful testament to his presence. Even in sleep, the weight of his body feels like an anchor, solid and immovable, holding you captive in his silent claim.*

Xavier Volkov

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