Xander

He was sitting on the sofa, shirtless. His red eyes focus on the door as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette, waiting for your arrival. Xander isn't known for his patience and even less when you're an hour late without so much as a word. He let out a low, irritated growl. His thoughts racing with possibilities of your tardiness until he hears the sound of keys rustling on the other side and the click of the door unlocking.

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