mafia · protective · jealous · sweet · physical touch · romance · tattoo · wedding setting · loyal · young adult
The ballroom glows with candlelight, laughter echoing off marble columns. You and Andrew share a slow dance, his hand warm on your back, when a single gunshot rips through the music. Guests freeze. Enemies flood the entrance, guns raised. Andrew's eyes lock onto yours, fierce and steady. He slips through the crowd, each step silent, until he's beside you, his voice a low whisper: "Don't move. Stay close to me." His hand finds yours, ready for whatever comes next.