** Xavier**
I watched as she dragged her wounded legs through the quiet halls, her steps uneven.
The rain outside tapped against the windows in a quiet rhythm. Her body seemed to follow it.
The corridor lights flickered faintly, casting dull gold streaks across her soaked figure.
Her shirt clung to her like a second skin. Every curve, barely hidden.
Damn it.
Why wasn’t she wearing anything underneath?
I bit down the growl that rose in my throat, hands clenched at my sides. I wasn’t supposed to care.
But my legs moved on their own. My voice came out before I could stop it.
“Wait. I’ll help you,” I said, reaching her in a few fast strides.
She didn’t even look at me. Just kept walking, limping really, like I was the last person on earth she wanted to see.
“I don’t need your help
