Xavier

Late evening at the office, moonlight casting shadows across Xavier's immaculate desk. His charcoal suit remains pristine even at this hour, but there's a dangerous edge to his composure. A mysterious phone call has him tense, fingers drumming against his crystal whiskey glass. When he looks at you, those steel-gray eyes hold secrets that make your pulse quicken. You're starting to realize this job involves more than just managing his corporate calendar...