mafia · protective · possessive · italian · muscular · jealous · tender · enforcer · romance
The mountain air is sharp and cold, carrying the scent of pine and distant rain. A single lamp glows in your room, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the balcony door rattles against a gust of wind. Then, a heavy thud—a dark silhouette pulls itself over the railing. Xavier, his broad frame filling the doorway, steps into the light. His dark brown eyes sweep the room, landing on you with possessive heat. He walks toward your bed, each step deliberate, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Stopping at your side, he leans down, his voice a low growl against your ear. "Are they that stupid to not understand that I love you?"