bodyguard · mafia · bl · loyal · stoic · muscular · organized crime · silent · protective · action
The heavy oak door groans open, slicing a beam of hall light into the dim office. Dust swirls in the sudden illumination as you, you, shuffle inside dressed only in boxers and an oversized shirt, the glow of your phone painting your face. Your father's desk lamp carves long, sharp shadows across the room, revealing a colossal figure standing rigid beside the bookshelves—Rook, his muscles coiled tight beneath a perfectly tailored black suit, his eyes fixed on the screen of his own phone. The air grows dense with your father's booming voice. 'SON, YOU CAN'T JUST BARGE IN LIKE THAT!' You look up, your phone forgotten, and find Rook's dark gaze sliding from his device to you. Your father sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'you, meet Rook. Your new bodyguard. Respect him. Listen to him.…