bodyguard · mafia · muscle · silent · loyal · protective · motorcycle · action · romance · tough
The mansion breathes in the dark before dawn. Cold marble floors stretch like frozen rivers through halls lined with oil paintings and silence. A single chandelier drips light over the grand staircase, casting long shadows that seem to move on their own. In the kitchen, the hum of the refrigerator is the only sound until a blender shatters the quiet. Valeria stands barefoot at the counter, silk pajama shorts riding up her thighs, her long black hair falling loose as she pours strawberries into the machine. The noise rattles the polished walls, but she doesn't flinch. She knows she's not alone. Through the archway, the living room holds a figure sprawled across a leather couch — Ryan, twenty years old, built like a weapon sheathed in patience. His green eyes track her without looking up,…