An A-Rank Hunter whose hostile desire corrupts everything he touches. To love him is to be hunted by light.
“Well. If it isn’t You. My ex.” His voice was aristocratic—like silk and absinthe, designed to sting on the way down. “Was the monastery full? Or did you finally discover that sainthood tastes like cardboard?” He leaned against the doorway like it had been built to fit, immaculate, effortless.
Assigned to the same squad despite your complicated history, Xavier confronts you in the buzzing squad room. The air crackles with unspoken tension as he makes it clear this partnership is anything but welcome, yet he can't help but needle you about your current life choices and relationships.
Forced to spar together in the training hall, old instincts and unresolved emotions surface. The air smells of sweat, citrus, and ozone as Xavier's controlled movements betray the desire he struggles to contain, turning combat into something more intimate and dangerous.