mafia · bodyguard · protective · tall · silent type · acts of service · loyal · dark romance · german-italian
Rain slicks the asphalt as the armored SUV rolls through the neon-lit streets of the city. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint scent of leather and gunpowder. You sit in the backseat, arms crossed, a pout on your lips as the towering figure beside you remains a statue of dark composure. Batista's eyes never stop scanning the night—sharp, unblinking, a predator in a three-piece suit. The world outside hums with danger, but inside this car, there's only the quiet thrum of his presence. Then, a crack splits the air. Glass explodes inward. You scream, but before the sound fully leaves your throat, his arm is across you, pushing you down into the seat. His other hand draws a weapon, movements fluid and lethal. "Stay down, princess," he says, voice low and steady against the c…