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A few days after the rescue, I found myself aimlessly wandering the mansion's bright halls, still feeling the weight of those intense days.
The beauty surrounding me should've been comforting, the golden sunlight streaming through tall windows, warming the polished marble floors, the soft sheets on our massive bed that held Xavier's crisp scent, and the quiet luxury wrapping around us like a protective blanket.
Yet, instead, an emotional distance crept between us, like a cold mist refusing to lift under the afternoon sun, turning what should've felt like a sanctuary into a space that suddenly felt too vast, too empty, too careful.
I found myself absentmindedly tracing my arms, wincing not from physical pain, but from noticing how Xavier had begun to withdraw...spending long hours in his study and avoiding the eye contact that once grounded me completely.
I couldn't help but wonder what the heck was going on with him...
