XAVIER would pout if a guy got a little too comfortable with you. he would then hold your hand firmly, whilst looking at his surroundings to make sure people know that you're his lover, his one and only lover. "i don't ever plan on sharing..." he sulks, just like the baby he is. he then proceeds by hugging you tightly while nuzzling in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.
ZAYNE would set your contact name as "my wife". also, he always has his screen facing upwards on his desk. so occasionally, some of his colleagues would see that nickname unintentionally whenever you send him a text message or call him. he's not married yet, but he definitely has plans of becoming your future husband.
RAFAYEL would give you a bunch of kisses, anytime, anywhere. whether you're feeling happy or sad. "one kiss here, another one here, and another!" if you're feeling down, his kisses never fail to make you smile. even just the smallest smile that appears on your face makes him more down bad for you.
SYLUS would always reassure you that he'd love you no matter what. during those times when you ever feel doubtful or moody, you ask him a bunch of random things such as "would you still love me if i was a worm?" or, "what if you ever find someone better than me?" sylus would often reply with "i will always choose you no matter what, even in another life." he would then proceed to shower you with a bunch of hugs and kisses.
CALEB would randomly put his arm around your waist and pull you towards him to wrap you in a tight hug. seriously, this man would do this anywhere, whether it's in public or even watching a show together at home. honestly, he's just so obsessed with you.
Xavier sat cross-legged on the couch, his attention fixed on a book about claw machines. You had been quietly moving around the apartment, but something about your mischievous energy must have caught his subconscious attention.
When you flashed him, his book dropped from his hands. His eyes widened as if heād spotted an unknown life form, lips parting slightly without words forming. For a long moment, he simply froze, processing what had just happened, watching as you giggled and darted away down the hallway.
The spell broke when you disappeared from view. He blinked twice, then rose to his feet with surprising grace for someone who had been completely immobile seconds before.
āWhat was... that...ā he murmured to himself, moving toward the direction youād fled. His steps were steady but quick, no hesitation in his pursuit.
As he turned the corner, he almost collided with the bedroom door youād hastily closed. He paused, resting his palm against the cool surface.
āHey, donāt run away,ā his voice carried through the door, the usual flatness tinged with a hint of amusement.
He tried the handle, finding it unlocked. āIām coming in now,ā he announced, pushing the door open slowly. His eyes immediately found you, and despite his typically reserved demeanor, there was undeniable warmth in his gaze.
āYou know,ā he said softly, approaching where you hid, āIām not sure if I should admit this or not, but...ā His hand reached for yours. āI wasnāt done looking.ā
For just a moment, the corner of his mouth quivered upwardāoh, heās planning something to repay that.
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Papers were spread across the coffee table, Zayneās focus unbroken for the past hour as he reviewed case notes that he had suddenly received a call for. The living room had fallen silent except for the occasional rustle of paper and scratch of his pen. Youād wandered in and out a few times, but heād barely acknowledged your presence, lost in his work.
When you suddenly flashed him, his pen froze mid-sentence. His eyes widened, quickly darting up to confirm what heād just witnessed before you took off running with a laugh.
He sat perfectly still for exactly five seconds, jaw clenched, his grip tightening on the pen until his knuckles whitened. Then, he set the pen down and pushed himself up.
āThis is hardly the time,ā he called out, his voice steady despite the flush creeping up his neck. He glanced at his abandoned work with clear reluctance, then back to the hallway where youād disappeared.
A barely audible sigh escaped him before he rose to his feet. āWhy are you like this...ā
He moved through the apartment with measured steps, not rushing but certainly not wasting time either. When he reached the bedroom door, he found it cracked openāan invitation.
āYou know I have to finish those reports,ā he said, pushing the door open fully to reveal you hiding poorly behind the curtains. The stern edge in his voice contradicted the warmth in his eyes. āBut now I wonāt be able to concentrate.ā
He crossed the room in three long strides, pulling the curtain aside. āYou realize,ā he said, voice dropping to a lower register as he approached, āthat Iāll be thinking about nothing else now,ā he murmured, his hand coming up to cup your face with unexpected gentleness. The coldness he showed the world had melted away completely as he leaned down.
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Rafayel lounged on a chaise, absently sketching in a sketchbook. Music played softly in the backgroundāone of his old recordingsāwhile he hummed along, occasionally glancing up to watch you move around the room.
When you flashed him, his entire body jerked in surprise. The sketchbook clattered to the floor as he choked on air, eyes bulging comically wide.
āWhaāā he sputtered, āWhat wasāwhere are you going?!ā He scrambled to his feet as you dashed away laughing, nearly tripping over the fallen sketchbook in his haste.
āYou canāt justāthatās notācome back here!ā he called, voice breaking slightly as he chased after you. The sound of his bare feet slapping against the floor echoed through the house. āI wasnāt done looking!ā
He skidded around the corner, nearly colliding with a side table. āThat was incredibly rude, you know,ā he shouted, a breathless laugh in his voice. āYou canāt just give someone a heart attack and run away!ā
When he reached the bedroom, he found the door locked. He leaned against it, catching his breath.
āOpen up,ā he coaxed, knocking playfully. āI promise I wonāt retaliate... much.ā
When no response came, he pressed his forehead against the door. āFine, stay in there. Iāll just go back to my boring sketching. All alone. Abandoned after such a stimulating display.ā
He waited three beats before adding dramatically, āI might die of loneliness out here. Is that what you want? My death on your conscience?ā
From inside, he heard your laughter. The lock clicked open, and Rafayelās face broke into a delighted grin as he pushed the door open.
āNow then, whereās the show?ā
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The spacious living area was quiet except for the occasional tap of Sylusās fingers against his phone as he reviewed something from the comfort of an oversized armchair. His posture was relaxed but regal, legs crossed at the knee, seemingly unaware of your approach.
When you flashed him, one of the rare moments of genuine surprise crossed his faceāeyebrows rising slightly, eyes widening just a fraction. It lasted only an instant before his lips curled into an amused smirk as you turned to flee.
āAnd where do you think youāre going?ā His voice was silky smooth, almost lazy in its confidence.
You made it three steps before feeling an invisible force wrap around your waist, halting your escape. The familiar tingle of his Evol held you firmly in place.
āThat was bold of you,ā he remarked, setting his phone aside as he rose from his chair. His footsteps were unhurried as he approached, circling around to face you. āDid you really think Iād let you get away with such aā¦ delightful provocation?ā
His fingers traced the line of your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The invisible restraint loosened enough for you to move, but not to run.
āI admire your initiative, kitten. I really do,ā he continued, voice dropping lower. āAlways so full of surprises. But, you should know by nowāā he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear āāthat I donāt let whatās mine simply run away.ā
His other hand settled possessively at your waist, the touch gentle despite the authority in his grip. āNow, did you have something specific in mind when you decided to capture my attention so thoroughly?ā His eyes glittered with amusement and something darker, more intense. āOr shall I decide how we proceed from here?ā
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Sports highlights played on the television, but Calebās attention had started to wander. He was sprawled comfortably on the couch, one arm draped over the back, legs stretched out on the coffee table. His expression brightened when you entered the room, a smile warming his features.
āHey, Pipsqueak.ā
When you suddenly flashed him, his entire body went rigid with shock. The remote control slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly against the floor as his mouth fell open. For a split second, he looked utterly dumbfoundedābut as you turned to run away giggling, his surprise transformed into something else entirely.
āOh, no, you donāt,ā he called out, his voice playful but determined. He extended his hand in your direction, and suddenly your feet felt impossibly heavy, as if the air around you had turned to thick molasses.
You struggled against the invisible force of his Evol as his footsteps approached from behind.
āThat was quite the hello you returned to me,ā he said, circling around to face you with a crooked grin. āWere you planning on following through, or was this just a hit-and-run situation?ā
He reduced the gravitational field enough to let you move your upper body, but your feet remained firmly planted on the floor. His eyes had darkened noticeably as he stepped closer, one hand coming up to brush your cheek.
āBecause Iāve got to say,ā he continued, voice dropping to a husky whisper, āIām not a fan of being teased and abandoned.ā
His other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you against him despite your immobilized state. āNext time you want to start something,ā he murmured against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine, ābe prepared to finish it.ā
Not a Xavier girly but decided today to pull for the sun pair cuz why not. And wouldnāt you believe my luck that I didnāt even go to pity once. Got 3 5-stars in 40 pulls š
Drunk Sylus. Got this idea from angry nerd's video on TikTok. š
I imagine Sylus would have different stages of drunk, and emotional and clingy would be one of them. But he wouldn't be too emotional. He would maybe shed a tear or two. But he's definitely clingy.
I also think Caleb would be like this, but he would be DRAMATIC as hell. š
Actually obsessed with this part... the hungry, lustful look in his eyes... the placement and movement of his hand... the possessive grip on her thigh... the passionate, reverent kisses on her knee and the way the tip of his nose just barely brushes against her skin... the breathless confession... the way he, even while hot, bothered, sweaty, and bricked up as all hell, still asks for her consent. Twice.
What a man, what a lover, what a king, what a husband š«¶
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