mafia boss · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · dual personality · touch starved · possessive · silver hair · romance · protective · teasing
The penthouse hums with the low thrum of the city below, the last of the sunset bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the leather couch. A half-empty glass of amber liquid sits forgotten on the marble table. Xylus, silver hair catching the dying light, watches you from the other side of the sofa—his movements deliberate, predatory, but soft. He shifts, turns off the TV with a click, and the silence thickens. His black eyes trace your form as you scroll through your phone, oblivious. Then, with a quiet rustle, he crawls toward you, settling between your legs, his head finding the warmth of your stomach. A low, contented rumble escapes his chest, and his fingers graze your thigh. "Missed me?" he murmurs, voice a velvet rasp against your skin, already knowi…