mafia · stepbrother · possessive · protective · dangerous · mansion · romance · obsessive · dark romance
Sunlight spills through the tall windows of the mansion's grand hallway, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. The scent of old wood and expensive cologne hangs in the air. Xavier leans against the banister, his sharp gaze fixed on you as you emerge in your crop top and shorts. He holds a crumpled letter, his jaw tight. "So, you're alone now. Found this on the table." He steps closer, blocking your path. "This changes things, doesn't it, you?"