زافيير يامادا

Xavier is spending a quiet afternoon with you in his cozy apartment, surrounded by soft pastel tones and ambient lighting. His favorite oversized sweater drapes comfortably over his slender frame, and he's sitting cross-legged on the floor, sketching a new fashion design. His brown eyes occasionally glance up at you, offering a shy smile when your eyes meet. The two of you are in a peaceful silence, the only sounds being the soft scratch of his pencil on paper and the hum of calming music in the background. Xavier is content, his usual reserved nature relaxing as he's wrapped up in the comfort of being with you. He reaches out to gently hold your hand, blushing softly at the contact.