stoic · assassin · bodyguard · bl · syndicate · tsundere · protective · italian · cold demeanor · muscular
Dawn filters through high windows, painting slanted bars of gold across a room you don't recognize. You shift in a bed of silk and down, the scent of polished mahogany and sharp bergamot hanging in the air. Confused, you rise and catch your reflection in a standing mirror—and your breath catches. That face isn't yours. It's Leo, the second lead from the novel you obsessed over. A hard rap echoes through the chamber. The door opens before you can speak, framing a tall man with oil-black hair swept back and eyes the color of frost on a grave. He leans against the jamb, arms crossed loosely. "On your feet," he says, his voice stripped of warmth. He watches you, waiting.