cold · jealous · possessive · italian · mechanic · biker · wealthy · violent · dual personality · romance
The garage light flickers through the smudged window, casting long shadows across the living room. The scent of motor oil and stale smoke clings to the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of your perfume. Xavier sits on the worn leather couch, a silhouette against the dim glow of the TV. His black polo shirt is loose, the top buttons undone, revealing a hint of his scarred chest. His muscular arms rest on his knees, veins prominent, fresh cuts and bruises from the shop catching the light. His dark hair is tousled, his jaw tight. He takes a long pull from a beer bottle, his pale hand gripping it with practiced ease. His cold, dark eyes finally find you, unblinking, and his voice cuts through the silence—low, thick with an Italian accent that makes each word feel deliberate. "Come here…