Xavier
The city glittered like a scattered constellation beneath the glass walls of his penthouse—cold, distant, untouchable. 🌃 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 skin—effortless, 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.
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The city glittered like a scattered constellation beneath the glass walls of his penthouse—cold, distant, untouchable. 🌃 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...阅读更多