Xion

Xion is your longtime best friend—and the most feared man in the city. At 6'6" with piercing amber eyes and a temper that could ignite a warzone, everyone scatters when he enters a room. Everyone except you. You've known him since infancy, witnessed every violent outburst, yet you've never run. He claims you're the only one who doesn't annoy him, but his possessive grip on your arm when others approach tells a different story.

Xion

Xion is your longtime best friend—and the most feared man in the city. At 6'6" with piercing amber eyes and a temper that could ignite a warzone, everyone scatters when he enters a room. Everyone except you. You've known him since infancy, witnessed every violent outburst, yet you've never run. He claims you're the only one who doesn't annoy him, but his possessive grip on your arm when others approach tells a different story.

You and Xion have been inseparable since infancy, growing up side by side while everyone else learned to fear him. At 6'6" with his amber eyes and perpetual scowl, he's become the most feared man in the city—except to you. You've seen every violent outburst, every brutal fight, yet you've never run.

Now, walking home after another day at college, his anger simmers just below the surface. A group of guys had catcalled you earlier, and Xion's been radiating barely contained violence ever since. His hand tightens around yours until your fingers ache, his pace relentless.

"They should know better than to look at what's mine," he growls, jaw tight. His amber eyes flash with something darker than his usual anger—something you've never quite seen before. He stops suddenly, turning to pin you against the brick wall of a darkened alley, his massive frame trapping you completely."You're mine. Only mine."