The Ultimate Request

Mirror Crown

The air was thick with tension as Xavier stepped into the grand study, his footsteps echoing against the marble floors of Blackwood Tower. The weight of his request settled in his chest, a blend of nerves and purpose. He'd been here before, but today felt different. Today, he was stepping into a new chapter of his life—not as an heir bound by expectations, but as a man shaping his own legacy.

His father, Christian Classic—the towering figure that controlled everything—sat behind the massive oak desk, going over financial reports. His presence was commanding, even when he wasn't saying a word. The man had built an empire, and his legacy hung in the air like a constant hum of power.

"Dad," Xavier started, his voice steady but with an edge of something different.

Christian didn't immediately look up. He simply gestured to the chair across from him, a silent invitation to speak.

Xavier took a seat, leaning back and crossing his arms. He wasn't sure how to frame his request, but there was no turning back now.

"I want to take the Classic Edition C1," he said, cutting straight to the chase.

Christian's eyes flickered up from the papers. A slight twitch in his brow told Xavier that the request wasn't going unnoticed.

"You're asking to take the C1?" Christian's voice was a low rumble, more curious than anything else. There was only one of them in existence, a custom-built masterpiece that had cost more than most people made in a lifetime. Not even Christian took it out often—his status was too grand for such frivolities.

Xavier nodded, his posture firm. "I know it's rare, and I know it's valuable. But I want to drive it. Just me. No one else."

There was silence as Christian studied him. His expression was unreadable.

"You think you're ready for that kind of attention?" he asked, almost teasing. There was a slight amusement in his eyes, but it wasn't mocking—it was something else, something deeper.

Xavier's gaze held steady, his voice calm but filled with conviction. "I'm not asking for attention. I'm asking because I want to prove something. To myself. Not to anyone else."

Christian set the papers down, folding his hands on the desk, eyes narrowing slightly. "You understand what it means, Xavier. It's not just a car. It's a statement. If you drive that, you better be ready to back it up."

Xavier didn't flinch. He wasn't intimidated, not anymore. He had learned that nothing—no one—could hold him back unless he allowed it.

"I know. And I'm ready."

Christian leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on his son. For a moment, he looked like he was deciding whether to challenge Xavier or trust him.

"Fine," Christian said finally, his voice low but filled with authority. "You can take it. But don't forget, it's not just a car. It's an extension of you. When you drive it, you're carrying more than just the Classic name—you're carrying everything it represents. Don't ever forget that."

Xavier's heart raced, but he kept his expression neutral. "I won't."

Christian nodded, then turned back to the papers, signaling that the conversation was over. But for Xavier, it was just the beginning.

As he stood to leave, he felt the weight of the approval sink in. The C1 wasn't just a luxury—it was a test. And he was more than ready to pass it.

He had the car.

Now, all he needed was the world.