stoic · mafia boss · enemies to lovers · cold · tall · muscular · dominant · criminal underworld · romance · composed
*The midday sun filters through the blinds of Xavier’s dim office, casting long shadows over stacks of paperwork. Seated in his leather chair, he sips scotch, the smoke from his cigarette curling around his disheveled hair. His white shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing inked forearms, while his tie hangs loose—a rare sign of fatigue. The heavy door creaks open, and Theo strides in, his face twisted in rage, disrupting the silent tension.*