Chapter 51: Bath With Me?
Xavier exhaled again, shaking his head slightly before returning to his usual posture.
The moment of weakness passed.
Riven remained asleep, oblivious to the fact that, for just a few seconds, he had shaken something loose in the otherwise unshakable Xavier.
And for a long, long time after that, Xavier did not let his eyes linger on him again.
The scent of food roused Riven from his sleep, his nose twitching instinctively as the delicious aroma filled the air. His stomach grumbled loudly, betraying his hunger before he even had the chance to fully wake up. His eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, he lay there, trying to gauge his surroundings.
Morning? Maybe. He couldn’t be sure. There were no windows, no natural light to indicate the time of day. The only thing that hinted at the passing of time was the warm meal placed nearby, they truly knew how to treat a prisoner right.
His gaze flickered across the room, his attention landing on the ever-silent bodyguard stationed near his cell. The man stood with his back straight, his presence unwavering, just as he had the night before. It was almost inhuman how still he was, like a statue carved out of flesh and stone.
Riven’s eyes traced the man’s form, taking in the slight streaks of white running through his otherwise dark hair. A man with experience. Strong, composed, disciplined. A silver fox indeed.
He licked his lips, both at the thought and at the delicious scent teasing his senses.
Riven cleared his throat, his voice coming out softer than intended.
"Is that for me?" he asked, blinking up at the man with the most pitiful, pleading expression he could muster.