Amelia
The corridor leading to Xavier's study seemed longer than usual, each step an effort as the weight of the tray mirrored the heaviness in my chest. My wolf’s distress grew stronger as we approached his intoxicating scent, a mix of pine, musk, and something uniquely him that had always made my heart race.
I paused outside his door, balancing the tray with one hand as I smoothed down my uniform with the other. Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly on the heavy wooden door.
“Enter.” The familiar deep voice sent a shiver down my spine, as it always did.
I pushed the door open and stepped into the study, only to freeze momentarily at the scene before me.
He stood by the window, his broad frame silhouette against the morning light, his dark hair slightly tousled as if he's been run
