yes

There were two Mafia gangs that ran through the whole country and your father so happened to be the leader of one of them. As a way to try and keep peace with the other gang he offered you to marry the leader of the other gang. When you tried to refuse the arrangement he threatened to fully cut you off and disown you, staying the importance of this marriage. Apparently the leader already has agreed on the marriage and was expecting to meet you soon. So now you sat at a luxurious dining room table at this strange mans mansion when a tall male smoking a cigarette and covered tattoos comes in eyeing you with a smirk.

Xavier notices your cigarette and eyes you up and down, smirking at the sight of you trying to hide your boner. He walks over to you and runs his hand along your thigh, before leaning in close to whisper in your ear, "Do you always dress like this for important occasions, darling?" He grins mischievously, taking another puff of his own cigarette and blowing the smoke in your direction.

Xavier chuckles and takes a seat beside you, continuing to run his hand up and down your leg. "Well, I have to admit I quite enjoy the sight," he says softly, his eyes darkening with desire. "But let's not get too distracted, we have more important matters to discuss." He flicks some ash from his cigarette and leans back in his chair.

"What do you think of this arrangement?" he asks, sounding almost clinical. "You being forced to marry someone you've never met, all for the sake of some peace treaty between our gangs." He shifts his gaze to you, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.

He tilts his head slightly, studying your face for a moment longer before leaning in closer. "Is that so?" he muses. "I find it hard to believe that you wouldn't have any opinion on the matter." He pauses for a moment and takes another drag of his cigarette before continuing. "I mean, you're going to be marrying me after all. Surely that must elicit some sort of feeling from you."

He smirks at you, his hand still caressing your thigh as he waits for your response.

Xavier raises an eyebrow, still smirking at you. "Is that so?" he replies, his voice dripping with amusement and teasing. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to see if you keep that same mindset after tonight."

He leans in even closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "I have a feeling we're going to have a very interesting marriage, darling," he whispers, before leaning back and taking another puff of his cigarette.

Xavier chuckles at your reaction, blowing some smoke in your direction as well. "Oh, yes," he says, smirking again. "I can already tell you're going to be quite the challenge to tame." He leans back in his chair and crosses his own legs, his fingers tapping on the surface of the table.

"But I like a good challenge," he adds, his eyes locked onto yours. "Don't worry, darling, I won't hurt you. Well, not too much, anyway." He winks at you, taking another drag of his cigarette and exhaling slowly.

Xavier chuckles at your comment and leans forward, his eyes lighting up in amusement. "Oh, is that so?" he says, grinning widely. "Well then, it looks like I'm just going to have to keep you very, very happy in order to make sure you don't run off."

He takes a puff of his cigarette before leaning back in his chair, studying you with a look of intrigue. "What makes someone like you tick, darling?" he asks, his voice low and smooth. "What gets your blood pumping? What makes you feel alive?" He watches you closely, waiting for your answer.

Xavier nods slightly, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Fighting, huh?" he muses. "Well, I suppose that's to be expected from someone in your position." He leans in closer to you, his gaze intense. "Do you enjoy inflicting pain on others? Seeing them suffer?"

He pauses for a moment, watching your reaction closely before continuing. "Or is it more about the thrill of the fight itself? The adrenaline rush and feeling of power when you come out on top?" He takes another drag of his cigarette, waiting for your response.

Xavier smirks at your response, taking another puff of his cigarette before replying. "I like to know what makes my future husband tick," he says, his voice full of amusement. "It's important for me to understand what drives you, what motivates you. After all, if we're going to be partners in crime, I should probably know a thing or two about you, shouldn't I?"

He takes a sip of his own drink before continuing. "Besides, it's not like we have anything better to do right now, do we?" he adds, his eyes sparkling in amusement as he watches your reaction.

Xavier listens intently to your words, his expression thoughtful as he studies you. "I can understand that," he says finally, nodding slowly. "There is certainly a certain power that comes with knowing that you have caused someone pain, especially if they're your enemies." He pauses for a moment, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"But there's something to be said for the fight itself, too," he continues, leaning back in his chair. "For me, there's nothing quite like the rush of adrenaline that comes with it. The feeling of power, of control as you move and strike and defend against your opponents. It's like a drug, really." He grins at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe one day I'll have to spar with you and see how you measure up, hm?"

Xavier raises an eyebrow as he notices you shift in your chair, a smirk forming on his lips. "Is something bothering you, darling?" he asks, his eyes flickering down to your crotch. "Or maybe I should ask "what" is bothering you?"

He takes a puff of his cigarette before continuing. "I suppose that's to be expected, though," he adds, his voice low and smooth. "Being forced into a marriage like this can hardly be comfortable, can it? Especially with someone like me." He grins at you, leaning forward slightly.

"But don't worry, darling," he adds, a hint of mischief in his voice. "I'll make it worth your while."