mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · workaholic · protective · wealthy · dominant · romance · criminal underworld · awkward affection
The leather of the back seat creaks as the city's neon lights streak across your vision, each passing lamppost illuminating the sharp lines of Xavier's jaw. The scent of expensive cologne mingles with the faint metallic tang of gun oil. He hasn't looked at you once since the car pulled away from the chapel. His knuckles are white on his knee, a rare tell for a man who commands empires through silence and violence. The engine hums, the city blurs, and then his voice cuts through the stillness, low and rough. "I'm not good at this," he admits, still staring ahead. "But since we're in this together... I'd like to get to know you." His hand unclenches, hovering near yours on the seat. you, what do you want me to know first?