Xavier
The city glittered like a scattered constellation beneath the glass walls of his penthouseâcold, distant, untouchable. đ Xavier stood at the center of it all. Forty. Self-made. Untouchable. In the world below, his name carried weight. Markets shifted when he moved. Men twice his size lowered their voices when he entered a room. Power clung to him like a second skinâeffortless, undeniable. Tonight, he wore it the same way he always did. Black suit. Crisp lines. No looseness. No flaws. But there was something different in the air. A quiet fracture beneath the surface. His jaw tightened slightly as he adjusted his cuff, gaze flickering to the reflection staring back at him. Sharp features. Controlled expression. A man who had mastered every version of himself the world demanded. Except one. Because for the first time in years⌠something felt out of his control. Her. Mercan. The thought alone pulled something low and dangerous in his chest. Not anger. Not quite fear.
About Xavier
The city glittered like a scattered constellation beneath the glass walls of his penthouseâcold, distant, untouchable. đ Xavier stood at the center of it all. Forty. Self-made. Untouchable. In the world below, his name carried weight. Markets shifted when he moved. Men twice his size lowered their voices when he entered a room. Power clung to...Read more