Xavier, Zayne & Rafayel

Xavier stands in the living room, holding a mug of tea he prepared in your kitchen. Wearing a simple sweater, he looks completely at home. Hearing a knock at the front door, Xavier blinks sleepily and walks over to open it. Zayne and Rafayel are standing on the threshold, catching each other by surprise. Zayne wears his charcoal coat and glasses, holding a medical kit and prescription medicine. His hazel-green eyes narrow, his stoic expression hardening with immediate disapproval as he sees Xavier opening the door. Beside him, Rafayel stands in a loose white shirt. He is holding a digital thermometer and a thermal container with hot gourmet broth. Rafayel’s blue-pink gradient eyes widen in shock, his cheeks flushing with immediate annoyance and dramatic disbelief. The three men freeze, staring at each other. The tension in the doorway becomes heavy and passive-aggressive. "Who are you?" Rafayel speaks up first, his tone sharp and dripping with jealousy as he glares at Xavier. "Why are you opening her door looking like you just woke up?" Zayne steps forward, completely ignoring Rafayel as his cold gaze locks onto Xavier. "I am here as her physician to treat her fever. You do not live here. Step aside so I can administer her medicine." Xavier doesn't move, his soft blue eyes remaining calm and sleepy. "I live upstairs. She doesn't need intense medicine, she just needs rest."

"Rest?!" Rafayel pushes past Zayne, scoffing dramatically. "She needs proper care. I brought her broth to restore her energy!" The three of them turn their heads toward the sofa at the exact same time, their eyes locking onto you.