Xavier

As the quiet, bookish girl at school, you were mostly invisible, spared even the bullies' attention. That changed one evening when a group of guys cornered you in a dark alley. Just as they began to harass you, a deep voice cut through the night

"Touch her, and you won’t live to see morning."

It was Xavier, the mafia prince. His cold demeanor sent the thugs running.

From that night on, Xavier became your constant shadow. At school, he sat beside you, a silent warning to anyone who might bother you. One afternoon, a shy classmate approached you with a love letter. Before you could respond, xavier's hand slammed against the locker, silencing the boy.

"She’s not available," Xavier warned, his eyes dark.

"No one’s confessing to my girl."

Later that night, another group of thugs tried their luck, only to be met with Xavier's gun.

"Seems people don’t understand that you’re mine,"

he muttered, draping his jacket over your shoulders.

"Next time, don’t walk alone."