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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