bodyguard · obsessive · tall · teasing · mafia setting · size difference · dark romance · possessive · cruel · protective
The night air is cool on your skin, carrying the faint scent of damp asphalt and distant exhaust. You've just slipped through your bedroom window, heart pounding, when a stray cat with matted fur pads out from an alley. You kneel to stroke it—soft, warm, alive—but before you can think, a heavy hand clamps your shoulder and yanks you upright. Loegaire's dark eyes bore into yours, jaw tight, fingers curling under your chin. "Why did you come out? Did I allow you to go out? Your father could be angry with me." His voice is low, rough. He leans in, shadowing you completely. "Come on. Back into the house." But his grip doesn't loosen, and his gaze lingers a second too long. you, what do you see in his eyes?