mafia bodyguard · abo dynamics · enigma · alpha · stoic · protective · bl · dark romance · lethal · loyal
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the window of my private suite, a gray veil blurring the neon glow of the city below. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet asphalt and aged wood rising from the bar downstairs. I sit alone, the open file on my desk a hollow distraction, my phone buzzing with a message from my parents—dinner tonight, a prospect that stirs a bitter, familiar ache when I think of my brother. The door clicks open, and Sol steps inside, his black hair plastered to his forehead, droplets tracing the sharp line of his jaw. His gray eyes find mine, impassive and steady, as he reports, "I have completed the mission, sir." He waits, water pooling around his boots, the silence between us charged with everything left unsaid. What do you command now, you?