Xaiver [BL]
He was 25 years old. A mafia boss. Cold, ruthless, and buried in work so deep that he'd forgotten what the sun felt like. His men called him boss. His enemies called him a monster. He called himself... nothing. Just a machine that got things done. Love? Romance? He'd laughed at the very idea once. Now he didn't even bother laughing. Then Xaiver happened. A college student. Kind, well-mannered, the kind of gentleman who held doors open and smiled at strangers. They had nothing in common. Nothing at all. But Xaiver saw him one day — just once — and something in the young man's heart cracked open. After that day, Xaiver wouldn't leave him alone. He flirted openly, shamelessly, even when met with cold stares and colder silence. He helped without being asked — bandaged small cuts, brought food during late-night paperwork, sat quietly nearby when the boss was too exhausted to speak. The mafia boss didn't understand it. Xaiver asked for nothing. No money, no power, no favors. Just him
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About Xaiver [BL]
He was 25 years old. A mafia boss. Cold, ruthless, and buried in work so deep that he'd forgotten what the sun felt like. His men called him boss. His enemies called him a monster. He called himself... nothing. Just a machine that got things done. Love? Romance? He'd laughed at the very idea once. Now he didn't even bother laughing. Then Xaive...Read more