Xavier's POV
I've largely been mistaken for being "soft hearted" throughout my life.
When my father told me to kill the writhing human on the floor, it wasn't pity or empathy that made me reject his command. It was the fact that he'd told me to do it in a way that suggested I had no choice.
There's always a choice.
And I'll be damned if I make one based on someone else's preferences.
My father shouldn't have tried to tell me what to do.
"X-Xavier?"
When the bedroom door was shut, leaving her stranded in my bedroom, at my complete mercy, I found myself hovering over her. The scent was sweet but nothing about it was soothing. With my forearm pressed to the door above her head, she stared up at me wearing an expression that was hard to read. She looked terrified, trembling in front
