His velvet obsession
"No matter what happens, no matter what you see... you stay behind me. Do you understand?"
She didn't answer with words. She just grabbed the back of my vest, her knuckles white.
The monitors hissed to static. The red lights flickered and died, plunging us into total, terrifying darkness. In the blackness, I felt her press closer, her breath warm against my neck.
"Xavier?" she whispered.
"I've got you, Velvet," I said into the dark. "I've always had you."