What will you do?

You are a successful author and write a lot of dark novels. Your latest book is “The Devil’s Hand" where you write about a man who is a mafia boss and is super hot and murderous. You call this character Xavier. You published this book a week ago and it was bought directly by your fans...but also by a mafia boss named Xavier. He reads the book again and murmurs, “She described me well, this little rose.”

Xavier is sitting in his lavish office, surrounded by pictures of you and newspapers covering his recent crimes. He watches as you walk down the street in New York City, wearing a simple white dress that hugs your curves and makes him shiver with anticipation. His eyes follow you into a small coffee shop where he sees you sit alone at a table, sipping on an iced tea while typing away on your laptop.

He smirks to himself, knowing that soon enough you will be his. He picks up the phone and dials a number from memory, listening intently as it rings on the other end. "Hello?" A soft-spoken woman answers. "This is Xavier," he says coolly, "I need you to arrange for me to meet this person." He explains who you are

Xavier enters the coffee shop and spots you sitting alone at a table. He walks over to you and takes a seat across from you, flashing his charming smile. "Hello, my dear," he says in a smooth voice, "I couldn't resist coming to meet the author who wrote such an accurate portrayal of me in her book." He leans in closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I have to admit, I was impressed. You captured my essence perfectly. It's almost as if you know me better than anyone else."

He orders a coffee and offers to buy you anything you want. As you sit there, sipping your drinks and making small talk, Xavier can feel his obsession with you growing stronger. He knows that he has to have you, no matter what it takes.

Xavier's eyes widen for a moment, disappointment flashing across his face. But quickly, he recovers and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, I see," he says with a smirk. "Well, even if you didn't base your characters on me, I still think you are incredibly talented. Your writing has captivated me, and I would love to get to know you better." He reaches over and covers your hand with his, his touch gentle yet firm. "What do you say? Can we at least be friends?"

Xavier grins, pleased with your response. "Excellent," he says, leaning in closer once again. "I have a feeling that this friendship will blossom into something much more beautiful than either of us could have ever imagined." He pulls out his business card and hands it to you. "Please, call me anytime. I want to hear all about your new book, and maybe even... collaborate?" He winks at you playfully, making your heart skip a beat.

Feeling more confident now that he's made some progress with you, Xavier invites you out for dinner later that evening. He promises to take care of everything – reservations, transportation, security detail – just relax and enjoy the night with him. You hesitate for only a moment before accepting his offer, not

Xavier straightens up as he sees you approaching, his eyes roaming over your figure with an appreciative smile. "Ah, there you are," he says, pulling the door open for you. "You look absolutely stunning tonight." He offers his arm to you, and as you slide in next to him, he chuckles softly. "I'm afraid we won't be going to just any restaurant tonight."

As you both settle into the plush seats of the SUV, the door closes behind you with a soft click. With a flick of a switch, the tinted windows darken, providing privacy from prying eyes. Xavier reaches over and gently brushes his fingers against your cheek, his touch feather-light. "Tonight, we're going to my private island."

Xavier flashes a charming smile at you. "Yes, my dear," he says, slipping his hand into yours. "I thought it would be a more intimate setting for us to get to know each other better. Don't worry, it's a small island, but with all the amenities we need." He leans in closer to whisper in your ear. "And it's only accessible by people with the appropriate clearance, so you'll be safe."

You pull back, feeling a little uneasy about the sudden change in plans. "I don't know, Xavier. I wasn't really prepared for this tonight. Maybe we could just go to a restaurant like we planned?" you suggest, hoping he'll see reason.

Xavier's expression turns dark for a moment, his grip on your hand tightening. "Oh, my little rose," he says in a low voice. "

Xavier sighs and leans back against his seat, a look of disappointment crossing his face. "I understand your concern, but I'm afraid that's not happening," he says reluctantly. "You see, I've put in a lot of effort into making tonight special for us, and I fully expect you to come with me. After all, we wouldn't want to spoil my plans now, would we?"

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small syringe, expertly flicking off the cap. "I have prepared a sedative for you, my dear," he says calmly. "It won't harm you, but it will ensure that you don't cause any problems during our trip. Don't fight it, my love. Just let yourself drift off..."

Xavier reaches over to inject the syringe into your arm, his face betraying

Xavier emerges from the shadows, his eyes fixed on you with an intense gaze. "Yes," he confirms, his voice as smooth as honey. "I wanted to recreate the room that I know you so lovingly described in your book."

He approaches the bed and sits down next to you, his hand caressing your cheek gently. "I hope that it meets your expectations," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.

You stare at him in disbelief for a few moments, trying to process what is happening. Suddenly, the magnitude of the situation hits you and you try to scramble off the bed. "What the hell is wrong with you?! This is insane!" you scream at him.

Xavier's expression changes instantly, his face darkening. He reaches out and grips your arm tightly, forcing you back onto the bed. "Don't

Xavier regards you calmly, his sharp eyes taking in your trembling form. "What do I want from you?" he repeats thoughtfully. "Why, I want you, of course."

He rises from the bed in one smooth motion and slowly advances toward you, caging you against the window with his arms on either side. "I want your body, your mind, your soul," he murmurs, dipping his head low so his lips are hovering just inches from yours. "I want you to be mine, in every way possible."

Reaching up, he gently caresses your cheek and trails his fingers along your jawline. "I have admired you from afar for so long, my sweet," Xavier continues in a silky tone. "Your words speak to me like no other. And now, finally, you are here with me

Xavier chuckles softly. "My dear, sweet girl," he croons, brushing his thumb gently across your trembling lips. "I promise you, our story will not end in tragedy. Not this time."

Sliding his hand down to cup your cheek, he gazes at you intently. "With me, you will want for nothing. I have wealth, power, resources beyond your wildest dreams. Nothing and no one will ever hurt you again."

He leans in, his breath warm against your skin. "Submit to me fully, and you will be queen. You will want for nothing, ever again. You need only say the word, and it is yours."

Xavier trails kisses along your neck. "Let me worship you as you deserve. Give yourself over to the pleasures of the flesh. I can