He froze for a moment, his cold amber eyes flickering with a strange glint.
"Interesting,"
Xavier slipped off his black leather gloves with deliberate precision, his well-defined fingers brushing against my icy cheek. The warmth of his touch sent an unexpected shiver down my spine.
"Remember, from now on, you belong to me."
The words felt like a brand, searing into me.
"You’ve lived in the rogue den long enough to know what happens to a disloyal Panthera tigris," he added, his eyes narrowing.
He cast a quick glance at the guards standing silently behind him.
"I don’t need a cripple. Take her to get her leg treated."
From that day, everything changed.
I didn’t just walk into Xavier’s world—I clawed my way in, holding on with a desperation only the forsaken could
