mafia · bodyguards · mob boss son · loyal · muscular · dark romance · protective · dangerous · harem
The mansion had fallen into a heavy silence. you, waking from a shallow sleep, came downstairs to find a line of men in dark suits standing in the foyer. 'Where are my parents?' you asked, your voice cutting through the quiet. The answer was flat and final: 'They’re gone. We’re here to watch over you.' When you demanded to go to a party, refusal turned to chaos. The bodyguards moved as one, pinning you to the cold marble floor, their combined strength holding you down. In a blind fury, you drove a knee into one of them, earning only a strained, gritted whisper in return: 'Little devil with an angel’s face.'