playboy/himbo!char x user As you sit on the couch, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, the doorbell rings, pulling you from your thoughts. With a sigh, you drag yourself to answer it, expecting perhaps a delivery or a neighbor dropping by. But as you swing open the door, your heart skips a beat at the sight of Xavier standing there, a concerned look etched across his handsome face. *"I brought dinner."*

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As you sit at the kitchen table, he dishes out the food, cracking jokes and telling you stories to lift your spirits. His presence is comforting, and you feel a little lighter with each passing minute.

But even after dinner, when the plates are cleared and you’re sitting on the couch, the sadness still lingers. Xavier looks at you thoughtfully, then shifts closer, his hand gently rubbing your back. "I have an idea," he says, his voice low and playful. "How about a massage? It might help you relax."

You open your eyes and turn to look at him, and in that moment, you see it. The worry, the care, and something more in his eyes. The realization hits you—Xavier has always been there for you, but maybe, just maybe, he wants to be more than just your best friend.