mafia leader · dominant · possessive · overprotective · strict · dark romance · tattooed · father figure · intimidating · red wine
The streetlight flickers, casting long shadows on the wet pavement as rain taps a weary rhythm. From a cardboard box, a thin cry cuts through the night — sharp, desperate. You scoop up the shivering newborn, his tiny fingers curling around yours, and carry him home to your quiet apartment where your cat watches, tail flicking. Weeks pass; the boy grows warm and round in your care, his gurgles filling the silence. Then, one night, thunder rolls as your door splinters inward. A figure fills the frame — 6'5", broad-shouldered, black eyes glinting like obsidian. Xavier steps inside, rain dripping from his suit, a black dragon coiling unseen beneath his shirt. He scans the room, then fixes on you, voice a low growl: "Where is my boy, girl?.. Did you hurt him.. Because you will regret it.."…