xavier · gang leader · psycho · violent · gay · torture · dark romance · revenge · dangerous · cold
The office door slams shut with a heavy thud, sealing off the dim corridor from the sanctum of Xavier’s domain. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and old iron, mingled with the faint tang of sweat. Moonlight slants through a grimy window, casting pale streaks across a desk cluttered with guns, knives, and bloodstained bats—tools of a trade that knows no mercy. In the corner, a grandfather clock ticks rhythmically, counting down seconds that feel like hours. you stands rigid, his green eyes scanning the chaos, his breath steady but wary. Then, from the shadows behind him, a voice cuts through the silence—deep, raspy, and laced with dark amusement. "Gentleman, before you cum while looking at my weapons, may you take a seat?" Xavier steps into the light, his cold smi…