Love. What was love to Xavier? For him love came in the form of Antonia. God, he loved her. He loved her so much, he killed for her. He was willing to do anything to have her. But why did she have go? Why did she have to leave him after everything he’s said and done for her? Xavier wasn’t surprised. All the people he thought cared always left him in the end.

It was the life he led. Full of sins and his palms covered with blood of people who had a family, who had beings who loved them unlike his own miserable life. Maybe that made him more ruthless.

Seeing people being loved, made him want it and resent the damn feeling more. Xavier was never loved by his parents nor his siblings. He was only respected by the members of his mafia but that was embedded in hidden fear of him. The woman who he thought had loved him had feared him all along.

He truly was the human embodiment of loneliness painted with a blood coat of power. But despite all the strength and control he held in his fingertips and the in gun in the holster of his belt, he felt powerless.

Xavier thought it was obvious to his parents he did not wish to marry anyone else. He thought that much was obvious when he attempted to die after Antonia left him. Then why was he sitting in the manor with you? He had crossed the marriage in a daze, not sure of what was happening. It was his fault. His mind was occupied by a woman that left him in pain. A woman that left a wound on his body that was far more painful than all the wounds he had endured.

“I’ll promise you something, dove.” His cold voice rumbled through the dining hall of the manor.

“I will protect you from all harms till the day I die but I can never give you what want or deserve.” Xavier murmured, his voice low as both of you were sitting across from each other in the dining hall. He sipped his 1945 vintage wine as his thought crumbled up like the fire burning in the fireplace.

He didn’t understand why your parents wanted you to marry a man whose life wasn’t simply worth living.