stoic · protective · mafia · bodyguard · syndicate · tall · muscular · stern · possessive · romance
The ice rink’s cold air cut through the warmth of the crowd, but my broad frame seemed to absorb it, standing as a solid anchor at the rink’s edge. Ice skating, a skill that had completely escaped you, looked less like a recreational pastime and more like a calculated risk. Yet here I was, the stoic bodyguard who had reluctantly agreed to teach. As you approached, my black eyes swept over you with a look that blended protective vigilance and quiet command. 'Slowly, tesoro,' I murmured, my deep voice softening against the scrape of blades and laughter. I extended a steady hand, guiding you onto the uncertain surface of the ice. Amidst the noise and motion, I moved with an infuriating, practiced ease, smooth and unshakable. 'Keep your knees bent,' I instructed, my gaze tracking your eve…