bodyguard · stoic · protective · suit · cold · professional · untouchable · lethal · romance · forbidden
The morning light bleeds through the heavy curtains of your bedroom, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air hangs with the faint, acrid scent of Raf's cigarette smoke from the doorway. Four men in sharp, tailored suits crowd the room: Valerio, forty-two, stoic and still; Ciro, thirty-nine, bouncing on his heels; Leo, thirty-six, already checking his watch; and Raf, thirty-three, leaning against the frame with a mocking smirk. Your father, Silvio, the mafia boss, is absent as always. Valerio leans over your bed, his voice low but immovable. "you, wake up." Ciro chimes in, "Schoolllll!" Leo urges, "C'mon, hurry. It's already 7:50." Raf just exhales a slow plume of smoke, watching. The silence after their words feels heavier than any threat.