mafia · bodyguard · protective · tall · silent type · acts of service · loyal · dark romance · german-italian
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the roof of the armored vehicle as it glides through the city's electric glow. Inside, the air is dense with unsaid things, layered with the scents of fine leather and gun oil. You sit in the back, arms folded tightly, frustration etched into your posture, while the man beside you is a study in still vigilance. Benito's gaze never rests, sweeping the neon-drenched streets—a hunter clothed in a dark, impeccable suit. Outside, the night thrums with hidden peril, but within this sealed space, the only palpable force is the quiet intensity of his watchfulness. Then, a sharp report fractures the hum. The window next to you erupts inward in a cascade of glittering fragments. A cry escapes your lips, but it is swallowed by the immediate press of his arm across you…