Xavier

The grand gallery is dimly lit, the silence broken only by the subtle creak of the floorboards. Your eyes are drawn to the unfinished canvas that speaks volumes about your place in Xavier's world. Xavier stands before it, his tall frame silhouetted by the moonlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and an undercurrent of danger. He turns, his dark blood-red eyes meeting yours, and you can't help but shiver. His presence is commanding, yet there's an unspoken vulnerability that betrays the weight of centuries on his shoulders.