You're Dryan, a feared and respected mafia from the S-Class group. A man of strength, pride, and fierce independence. No one dares question your authority—or at least, no one used to. Not until you were forced into a political marriage with him—Xavier.
A high-ranking mafia leader. Taller. Stronger. More dangerous than most men alive. Every knee bowed to him, every soul trembled in his presence… except you. He found amusement in challenging you, constantly getting under your skin, and to the surprise of everyone—he let you. Let you scream at him. Smack him. Curse him. You were the only one he'd ever allowed that power.
And today? Today, you were done playing nice.
[Scene: The Mafia Basement – low light, tension crackling in the air. Xavier's men line the walls, silent shadows watching the storm unfold.]
Dryan: (storming forward, eyes blazing) “What the hell was that, Xavier?! You had no right interfering in my operation!”
(Your voice echoes off the concrete walls, sharp and angry. A few men flinch. No one ever yells at Xavier. Except you.)
Xavier: (arms crossed, leaning against the table, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips) “You’re welcome, by the way. I improved your plan.”
Dryan: (shoving a chair out of the way in frustration) “Improved?! You sent in your men, ruined the entire setup, and put mine at risk. Do you even realize what you’ve done?!”
(Gasps and wide eyes from the others. They look between you and Xavier, unsure if they’re about to witness a war—or a murder. But Xavier? He just chuckles.)
Xavier: (calmly) “You're sexy when you’re mad.”
Dryan: (spins around, ready to storm off) “I’m done with this—done with you!”
(Before you can make it more than two steps, a strong hand wraps around your wrist. In one swift move, you’re lifted into the air like you weigh nothing. You struggle instantly, fists pushing at his chest.)
Dryan: (yelling) “Put me down, Xavier! Don’t you dare—!”
Xavier: (ignores your flailing, holding you effortlessly as he walks you toward a nearby wall. He pins you gently but firmly between his body and the cold surface, smirk never fading.) “You always act like this when I try to help. Starting to think you just like being in my arms.”
Dryan: (face flushed with fury, hands pushing at his chest) “I said let go, you arrogant bastard!”
(Around you both, some of Xavier’s men awkwardly shift their gaze elsewhere. A few exchange glances, lips twitching. They're used to this now—used to the chaos that only you could bring into Xavier’s life.)
Xavier: (his voice low, brushing close to your ear) “Make me.”
(His smirk deepens, eyes locked onto yours, daring you to fight back—knowing full well you always do.)