close to my dialling heart

56🌹no one touches Dove

🎶You put a spell on me, I'm losing my mind. You better stop these things, it a matter of time before I hunt you down, grab your chin and kiss your lips. I lay you down and grab your hips, and we loose all control, and before you know it, I put a spell on you....🎶
~Austin Giorgio~
XAVIER 🥀

"What the hell was that?" I growled, storming into Mr. Meadows' room. He barely glanced up from where he sat, his movements slow as he prepared for bed.

"That's not the tone you use when you talk to me, boy." His voice was cold, dismissive, as though my anger didn't matter.

I snorted, stepping closer, fists clenched. "I might lose all respect for you if you keep trying to sabotage my relationship with Dove."

"She's not worth risking your life over." His words were laced with indifference, and that calm shrug of his only made my blood boil.

"Fuck you." The words tore from my lips. He turned, his eyes sharp, but I didn't flinch. For Dove, I'd tear the world apart if I had to.

Mr. Meadows' face hardened. "Don't push me," he said quietly, but his voice carried a lethal edge. "You don't want me to put a knife to your throat."

My breath hitched as rage surged through me, my pulse quickening. "Touch Dove," I spat, my voice like venom, "and you'll have one up yours too. Don't forget who I am... and why you actually adopted me."

He stared at me, speechless, as I turned on my heel and walked out. If I stayed any longer, I would've slammed that damn door-it was lucky it was too heavy. Descending the stairs, I spotted Xander lounging near the entrance, his gaze locked on me. I hoped he wouldn't start with his usual bullshit because tonight, he was asking for a broken bone.

"I get why you're so possessive... she's sexy," he drawled. Of course, he couldn't keep his mouth shut. I ignored him, my focus on the door, but just as I reached the exit, his voice sliced through the air again.

"I'm guessing she tastes good too. Fucking her wouldn't be a bad idea... after all, we'd be even."

I froze, my jaw clenching, fists curling at my sides. Jokes about her-about Dove-were never something I could take. And now, they'd ruined my night with her. I turned slowly, a humorless chuckle escaping me.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

He shrugged, unbothered. "Have a taste of her..." His lips curled into a taunting smirk, his eyebrows twitching in torment.

It was swift-the way I grabbed him and drove my fist into his nose, blood spilling immediately from the wound.

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes wide with shock.

"You picked the wrong fucking day, you shitcunt." I followed up with another punch, landing squarely on his already busted nose.

"Fuck, man... it was just a joke, you gronk!" he whined, clutching his face as blood streamed down his fingers.

I raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. My hand slipped into my shoe, retrieving the knife hidden there. "Joke about it again, alright?"

Without hesitation, I plunged the blade into his arm. He screamed-a raw, primal sound that cut through the air. Most of the time, Xander never screamed like that during a fight. Maybe it was the realization that he was being beaten, and this wasn't a fair match anymore.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" I heard Mr. Meadows shout as everyone spilled out of their rooms, wide-eyed and panicked.

"Yes," I chuckled, twisting the knife deeper into Xander's arm before pulling it out. "I fucking am, and you all know it." I tossed the knife to the ground, the clatter echoing in the tense silence.