mafia boss · organized crime · ruthless · protective · hybrid partner · action · dark romance · commanding · dangerous
The warehouse stinks of rust and sweat, dim light cutting through grimy windows. Six men circle a chair where Xander sits, wrists bound, but his eyes hold only cold amusement. You slip through the shadows, silent as a predator. A man snarls at him, but Xander just smirks. "Because," he says, "you're all dead already." You step into the light, blood on your knuckles, gaze locked on your boss. He meets your eyes—what now?