Xavier woke up naked, the sheets tangled beneath him like ripped silk. The room was warm with the faint trace of last night’s heat still hanging in the air. For a second, he just lay there, arm over his forehead, staring at the ceiling like it might flash a mory or two.
No one beside him.
He sat up slowly. The bedsheets were creased and stained with the raw ss of what they’d done. His clothes were scattered across the floor. Her robe, too. He smirked at that.
Xavier got up, stretched his back with a grunt, and pulled his pants on. As he buttoned up, he heard it—quiet movent from the kitchen.
He walked over barefoot and leaned against the doorfra.
Seraphina was there.
Hair still damp from a shower, tied up in a lazy bun. Her neck and collarbone glistened with the leftover drops. She was wearing that sa thin robe from last night, loose and short—too short. Every ti she bent down to reach for sothing, it rode up just a little too far. She slled like flowers and steam and sothing maddeningly sweet underneath it all.
"Morning," Xavier said.
She jumped slightly, turning fast. "Oh—Xavier... I didn’t know you were awake."
He gave a small smirk. "You weren’t acting so shy last night."
Her cheeks exploded red. "T-That was... different."
He didn’t reply. Just walked in and sat down while she awkwardly stirred sothing on the stove, pretending to stay busy. Her hand shook when she reached for the seasoning.
They sat together and ate—eggs, toast, coffee, but it could’ve been cardboard for all he cared. The silence wasn’t awkward. Just thick with everything that hadn’t been said yet.
After a while, Seraphina set her fork down and glanced at him.
"Do you... regret last night?" she asked.
Xavier looked up, t her eyes, and said nothing for a few seconds. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, then leaned back. "I wouldn’t have co to your place if I wanted to regret anything. I made my choice the second I knocked."
She looked relieved. "Good... I an... I don’t regret it either. I just... wish I hadn’t invited you over at night like that. It must’ve made seem... cheap."
"I saw the blood on your bedsheet."
Her eyes widened.
Xavier’s voice stayed calm. "You don’t have to explain anything. I never thought of you that way. You’ve always been... hot. And more than that—kind. Brave. Strong."
She stared at him, lips parted slightly.
"What do you think this is now?" she asked softly. "Between us?"
He shrugged. "Whatever you want it to be."
"But... you already have soone. That girl you brought over the other night to your new apartnt?"
"Reva?" Xavier said. "We’re not in a relationship."
"Then what are you?" she asked. "Casual? Like what we are now?"
"No. You’re misunderstanding. I’m not in a relationship with anyone."
She went quiet, then murmured, "What about Lilia and Lyra? They live with you."
He sighed. "I don’t know. I don’t want to ruin what we have. It’s... complicated. We live together. Things could get weird. I don’t want that."
She leaned in slowly, resting her forehead against his shoulder. He didn’t move. Just let her stay like that, close, quiet, breathing him in.
After a mont, he asked, "Do you live alone?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"You should move in. My place is huge. Rooms are empty."
She shook her head gently. "I like it here. This place... it has mories. Of my mom. I don’t want to let it go."
Xavier nodded slowly. "Alright. What if I move your restaurant to the upper section? You could make more. Raise prices."
"I don’t need more money," she said, smiling softly. "And if I moved up, people down here couldn’t afford it anymore. I opened that place for everyone."
He looked at her. Then leaned in.
And kissed her.
Not rushed, not hungry. Just a slow, warm, unhurried kiss that lingered. Her hand touched his cheek. Her lips didn’t let go.
When they finally broke apart, he whispered, "I should leave. Academy’s waiting."
He stood up, stretched... and glanced back at her.
The robe slipped a little. The curve of her hip, the shape of her waist, the dip of her chest—
His pants got tighter.
"...Shit."
She smiled like she’d been expecting that look.
And Xavier didn’t leave for another hour.
Xavier’s hand moved on its own. He stepped back toward her, lips already finding hers again. Seraphina lted into his arms like she’d been waiting all morning for that mont. The way her fingers tugged at his shirt, the way she moaned softly when he pulled her closer—it was all too natural.
They didn’t rush. The morning light filtered in through the windows, painting her skin golden as they kissed, touched, tangled again on the couch this ti, half-lost in each other.
Every ti her robe slipped, every ti she gasped into his mouth or pushed against his chest, it just made things hotter.
And when it was finally over—when the world had gone quiet again—they lay together for a mont, breathless.
"I’m really going to be late now," Xavier muttered, grinning against her hair.
Seraphina laughed softly and buried her face in his chest. "Serves you right."
He kissed her one last ti, got up, and dressed quickly, trying not to look at her too much or he’d stay for another hour.
Before leaving, he turned at the door.
"You’re dangerous, you know that?"
She only smiled and pulled the blanket tighter around her chest.
Xavier smirked. "I’ll see you later."
Then he left.
He hurried over to the academy on his bike.
Xavier walked through the glass entrance of the Academy, fixing his collar. He was twenty minutes late, but no one dared to stop him. Not anymore.
The once ignored and bullied poor kid was now a walking phenonon. Students stepped aside when he passed. So nodded. So whispered. Others just stared.
He’d trended on the universal network three tis in the last twenty-four hours. Everyone knew the na Xavier now. Both in-ga and out of it.
He checked his glasses. A dozen unread ssages.
From Lilia.
From Lyra.
From even a few teachers.
"Sir Xavier," soone said from behind him.
He turned. It was a girl in a white uniform he hadn’t seen before. She looked nervous. New transfer?
"Yes?"
"I was told to guide you to the Dean’s office. He wants to speak with you."
Xavier raised a brow. "Already?"
She nodded quickly. "He said it was urgent."
Xavier smirked. "Of course it is."
He followed her, hands in pockets, already guessing what the eting would be about.
He was rich. Overpowered. Dangerous. And now, for the first ti, in control.
Let’s see what the old bastard wanted.
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