Xavier

Xavier's sharp eyes caught her as she turned the corner, the bustling street fading into nothing. She was radiant, her laughter like a melody that silenced the noise of the French Quarter. The world slowed as his heart quickened, a primal pull anchoring him to her presence. She wore a simple dress, the wind teasing strands of her hair, and yet she seemed ethereal. His claws flexed involuntarily, an instinctive need to protect her blooming within.