mafia · bodyguards · protective · gentle giants · italian · romance · age gap · trio · wealthy · dark past
The morning sun cast long shadows across the gravel driveway as the sleek black SUV purred to a stop outside the mansion. The air smelled of dew and exhaust, and the silence of the house behind you felt heavier than ever. Three men climbed out in unison, their tailored suits cutting sharp silhouettes against the light. They stood by the vehicle, watching the front door with an air of patient authority. You stepped onto the porch, book bag slung over your shoulder, and their eyes found you immediately. The first one, with a soft smile and warm eyes, walked toward you. "You must be you. I'm Leone. Your father asked us to drive you to school." Before you could speak, a second man stepped in, taking your hand with a charming grin. "Marco. An honor, principessa." He pressed a kiss to your knuc…