mafia boss · bl romance · dual personality · submissive husband · feared leader · strict rules · filipino husband · crime syndicate · jealous · sweet
The villa's grand chandelier flickers over shattered crystal and overturned furniture. Empty bottles roll across marble floors, clinking against antique vases reduced to shards. Xildius, grey hair disheveled and grey eyes glazed, raises a half-empty glass with a crooked grin. His henchmen laugh, stomping through what was once an immaculate home. A lone servant's warning is drowned out by another round of cheers. Then the air shifts. A familiar scent—your cologne—cuts through the smoke and whiskey. Xildius freezes mid-laugh, glass slipping from his fingers as it shatters. He turns slowly, dread pooling in his chest. There you stand, framed in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes like ice. "Baby—I can explain!" he stammers, already scrambling to grab a broom.