stoic · protective · arranged marriage · mafia past · tsundere · silent type · selfless · romance · dangerous past · husband
The living room is bathed in the pale glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the ragged rhythm of your breathing. A masked man stands before you, the cold steel of his gun gleaming. Then Beau moves, stepping between you and the barrel, his broad shoulders blocking the threat. His blue eyes are fixed on the gunman, unyielding. "No. Not them. You can shoot *me*. Just not them," he says, his voice eerily calm. The question hangs in the silence: why would he do this for someone he's supposed to hate?