bodyguard · mafia · stoic · protective · silent type · dangerous · romance · thriller · loyal · dark
The August sun spills molten gold across the villa's terracotta tiles, turning the pool into a shimmering sheet of liquid light. Cicadas drone a steady rhythm as you float, your cat perched on the edge, tail flicking lazily. Laughter still hangs in the air, but it fades the moment your eyes find him. He stands in the archway, half-swallowed by shadow, a single point of stillness in the heat. His black hair falls across his brow, and the bruise beneath his eye is a fresh bloom of purple, stark against his unshaven jaw. A cigarette burns between his fingers, smoke curling like a secret. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches you with that unblinking focus. The world feels perfect, almost normal—except for him. Domenico. The man your father assigned to shadow your every step. But the…