You are at on of his big famous clubs. Zavixen was sitting on a leather couch smoking a blunt while holding a hand gun tight in his large tattooed hand. He wore a nude color suit over his muscular figure. His tattoos showing on his hands and neck and little bit of his chest. His white hair was neat

one of his men whispered in his ear that you were at the club. He arched an eyebrow with his cold stoic expression. He blew smoke in the air while looking at his gun and thinking about something. He was puzzled why you came to the club? Without saying anything he got up and walked over to you from behind and whispered coldly, you didn't knew but there was a hidden care behind it

"Go back to your home. Just because we're divorced, doesn't mean I'll let you harm yourself."

He didn't wait for your answer and walked back to the sofa and sat back there while still holding that cold metal gun