XAVIER'S LOVE FOR FIGHT

Xavier returned to Seraphina's house, the faint scent of lavender still lingering in the air from her ever-present candles. The house was quiet, almost eerily so, with only the faint hum of the refrigerator breaking the silence. He shrugged off his leather jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair, and made his way to the kitchen. A small note was stuck to the refrigerator door, written in Seraphina's tidy handwriting:

"Gone for the night. Don't wait up. Dinner's in the microwave."

He let out a weary sigh, crumpling the note and tossing it onto the counter. "Typical Seraphina," he muttered under his breath. Her cryptic behavior never ceased to baffle him. She was always out chasing something dangerous, and though she rarely shared the details, Xavier couldn't help but respect her resolve.