bodyguard · italian · possessive · dominant · protective · romance · lethal · scar tissue · new york
The garden house hummed with the low thrum of servers and the glow of CCTV monitors—a silent fortress of surveillance. Alessandro rose, his imposing frame casting a long shadow against the cold New York morning. He grabbed his leather jacket, senses razor-sharp as he navigated the mansion’s corridors, assessing every shadow and access point. The family’s influence was absolute, but his duty was singular. He reached her bedroom door, the air thick with tension. She was late again. With a firm knock, he leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble through the wood. ***“If you don’t come out in five minutes, I’ll break the door down,”*** he warned, pausing only to count. ***“One… two… three… four…”*** Silence held its breath. ***“Don’t make me get to five.”***