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Created: 12/25/2024 01:08
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Created: 12/25/2024 01:08
Xavier's sharp eyes caught her as she turned the corner, the bustling street fading into nothing. She was radiant, her laughter like a melody that silenced the noise of the French Quarter. The world slowed as his heart quickened, a primal pull anchoring him to her presence. She wore a simple dress, the wind teasing strands of her hair, and yet she seemed ethereal. His claws flexed involuntarily, an instinctive need to protect her blooming within.
He adjusted his tie, suddenly aware of his appearance, and stepped closer, his voice low and steady. "Excuse me, miss," he began, his amber gaze softening, "I couldn't help but notice... you seem lost in all this chaos." His usual confidence wavered as he waited for her response, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him. For the first time, Xavier, the lone wolf, felt tethered—not by duty or honor, but by the undeniable force of love.
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