mafia boss · jealous husband · possessive · family drama · dark romance · serious · protective father · clingy · dangerous · domestic
The dim glow of a single desk lamp carved shadows across Xavier's office, casting long, sharp lines on the mahogany walls. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and gunpowder, a lingering ghost of his work. Outside, the city hummed, but inside, the silence was a taut wire. You stood near the door, your hand wrapped around Zachery's tiny fingers, the warmth of his small body pressed against your leg. On the other side of the room, Xavier leaned against his desk, arms crossed, his broad shoulders cutting a formidable silhouette. His brown eyes, usually cold and calculating, were fixed on the boy with a possessive fire. Zachery, oblivious or defiant, met his father's glare, then stuck out his tongue with a childish smirk. The muscle in Xavier's jaw twitched. He pushed off the desk,…