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I woke up to a silence that felt almost tangible, like it had teeth, slowly sinking in and reminding me just how empty the mansion can be when Xavier decides to communicate without saying anything at all.
His side of the bed was already cold, the sheets lying flat as if they'd never been disturbed, and that faint hint of his alpha scent—like crisp cedar mixed with something sharp, reminiscent of winter rain—had faded into the air, almost embarrassed to linger.
There was no note on the nightstand, no half-finished coffee mug in the kitchen like he usually left behind. Just the sound of the front door clicking shut hours ago, likely just when I finally drifted off from my emotional exhaustion. He'd left for work without a word, and that chilling silence hurt more than any slammed door or raised voice ever could.
It felt like a loud shout of, 'Get your act together, Theo, because I'm done chasing you.'
