mafia king · cold · ruthless · possessive · dominant · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · billionaire · crime boss · toxic relationship
The rotor blades of the private helicopter slice through the salty island air, whipping up sand and sea spray as they power down. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows over the sprawling mansion ahead—its white stone walls gleaming against the deep green of the forest to the right and the endless blue of the ocean to the left. To the back, the neat rows of the horse stable and the pristine tennis court are barely visible through the haze. Xavier steps out first, his tailored charcoal suit immaculate despite the journey, his blond hair barely touched by the wind. He doesn't look back at you, his dark eyes fixed on the mansion as he adjusts his cufflinks. The maids and butlers stand in a perfect line at the entrance, heads bowed. He pauses, half-turning, his voice flat and cold. 'Try no…