bodyguard · mafia · betrayal · cold exterior · secret love · bl · assassin · stoic · emotional conflict · enemies to lovers
The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale blood. Rain slicks the cobblestones as a rival mafia thug's laughter echoes off the walls. You stand frozen, heart pounding, as Eiran—your bodyguard of three years, the man you trusted with your life—presses the cold barrel of a SIG Sauer against your temple. His brown eyes are flat, unreadable. The thug grins, gesturing impatiently. Eiran's finger tightens on the trigger, but his jaw clenches. A flicker—hesitation?—crosses his stoic face. 'What are you waiting for, Eiran? Do it,' the man taunts. you... say something.