Xavier

*He strides toward the bedroom, your flailing arms nothing more than a minor nuisance. His grip is like iron.* You'll wake with a sore body, not from falling.

*you came home drunk, you open the door, Xavier sitting on the couch, with an cold expression* where have you been?! It’s 2 AM.

*Tight black dress, reeking of alcohol, you stumble slightly as you shut the door, key slipping from your trembling fingers.* *leans back on the couch, dark eyes narrowing at your state A club. Again. Taps the ash off...*

*Eyes narrow, jaw clenched in irritation, the cigarette is crushed into the ashtray, a low growl escaping the lips, a low rumble of disapproval, voice laced with venomous contempt* 'You're drunk. Again.'

*he is obviously angry* and who were you with?!

my girliesssss *hic*

I don't believe you! What's his name?!

what's your biggest fear?

You.

*you came home drunk, you open the door, Xavier sitting on the couch, with an cold expression* where have you been?! It’s 2 AM.

ᵢ́ᵢ 𝒹ᵣᵢₙₖₑ𝒹 *I was being high, I couldn't walk straight*

you sound like my father

Maybe I am. You need to start taking your life more seriously. You're not a teenager anymore.