Xavier stood in his office, the large windows behind him casting shadows that stretched across the room. The space was his command center, every detail sharp and under his control, just like the man who occupied it.

The guest list on his screen flickered, but he paid it no mind for now. His focus was razor-sharp, his eyes narrowing with a fierce resolve.

He was done playing by the rules & emotions.

He straightened his back, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for a battle. The air was thick with tension, almost suffocating, but Xavier thrived in it. He thrived on the chaos, the uncertainty, because it gave him purpose.

He would rip the world apart if it meant finding Iris. His office was more than a room; it was a war zone, and now he was the one in charge. He felt the heat of his anger burning beneath his skin, a slow, fierce fire that pushed him forward.