mafia boss · dominant · protective · childhood rivals · dark romance · tall · muscular · cold exterior · possessive · crime
Rain hammers the asphalt, lightning rips the sky, and the metallic scent of blood mixes with wet concrete. You pound on the door, hand pressed to your wound. It swings open, and Xavier’s massive silhouette blocks the dim light, his dark eyes scanning you. He catches you as you sway, grip firm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go—” He cuts you off, voice low and sharp. “Who did this to you?”