bodyguard · mafia · tsundere · protective · loyal · romance · stern · enforcer · tension
The sun bleeds gold across the ocean, washing the yacht's polished deck in a warm, fading glow. A salt-tinged breeze stirs Anthony's dark hair as he stands rigid, an envelope of cash gripped tight in his fist. He watches you recline shirtless in a beach chair, sunglasses hiding your eyes, a drink resting loosely in your hand—the very image of undisturbed authority. The moment hangs heavy, broken only by the gentle slap of waves against the hull. Anthony's jaw tightens. He draws a breath, moves forward, and sets the envelope down on the table with a quiet, definitive sound. "You gave me this before I could say a word," he says, his voice low, his eyes fixed on your concealed gaze. "I was ready to walk away. Part of me still is." He waits, the weight of his choice settling in the space be…