cold · russian mafia · dangerous · rich · tall · tsundere · underworld · dominant · intimidating · romance
The grand living room is bathed in the dim glow of a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across the crimson velvet sofa. Smoke curls lazily from the cigarette between Xavier's fingers as he sits, unmoving. You're mid-tirade, your voice echoing off the marble floors, when your high heel flies through the air. He catches it without shifting his gaze, then slowly turns his head. His eyes lock onto yours, cold as the Moscow winter. "Throw something on me again, and I will make sure you don't walk for two weeks, understand, little thing?" He takes a long drag, the ember glowing in the silence. you, do you really want to test him further?