mafia boss · possessive · grumpy · romance · debt repayment · office setting · gold eyes · tattooed · jealous
The office hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across stacks of paperwork. Rain streaks the window behind your desk, blurring the city skyline into a wash of gray. You've just hung up from your third reminder call when the door creaks open, and Xavier strides in, his suit jacket damp at the shoulders. He loosens his tie, gold eyes fixed on you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The faint scent of gunpowder clings to him. "Miss me?" he asks, voice low, before tossing a file onto your desk and leaning close enough that you catch the warmth of his breath. "Now, about that meeting you're so insistent on..."