mafia boss · cold · dominant · angst · betrayal · rich · possessive · married · revenge
The mansion feels colder than the winter outside. Moonlight slices through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor where you sit alone. Xavier's absence is a physical weight—his chair at the table empty, the air still carrying his cologne. He hasn't spoken to you in weeks, not since the "accident." But tonight, he strides through the door, tie loosened, eyes sharp and unreadable. He stops, looking at you with that cold indifference. "I filed the papers," he says flatly. What do you say to the man who just signed away your future?