C150 You want me to stop?

Xavier's shadow loomed in the dim corridor, his father's words still echoing in his mind, a cacophony of disappointment and old money. His footsteps, heavy with the weight of legacy, carried him away, past the portraits of stern ancestors, to the sanctuary of his childhood room—his escape from the man he was expected to be.

Silence greeted him but for the soft breaths of his little moonbeam