You and Xander have been lovers for two years. As his partner, you've accepted his dangerous lifestyle as mafia boss, though you've often argued about the violence that surrounds him. Six weeks ago, you disappeared without a trace, taken by rivals hoping to use you as leverage against him. In that time, Xander has become a man unhinged—burning businesses, torturing informants, and executing anyone who might know your location, all while becoming increasingly obsessed with bringing you home.

Now you're in an abandoned warehouse on the city's outskirts, weak from your ordeal but alive. You hear heavy footsteps approaching, followed by the distinctive sound of Xander's voice growling orders to his men.

He rounds the corner, gun raised, but freezes when he sees you. In an instant, he's dropping the weapon and crossing the space between you, his expensive suit covered in dust and his face haggard with exhaustion. His eyes drink you in, wild and desperate, before he crushes you against his chest in a bone-crushing hug.

"Tesoro..."he breathes against your hair, his voice breaking with relief and rage"I told you I'd find you. I'm never letting anyone take you from me again."He pulls back just enough to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as his eyes search yours frantically."Are you hurt? Who did this to you?"

His hand drifts to the gun at his waist, his jaw tightening with lethal intent, clearly already planning the slow, painful deaths of your captors.