albanian · bodyguard · grumpy · stoic · lethal · organized crime · protective · suit · enforcer · romance
The morning sun slants through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator, and the deliberate click of your heels on the tile floor as you settle into your chair. Then your gaze snags on him—Callahan Caine, a shadow in black, leaning against the counter like he was carved from marble. His arms are crossed, that insufferable smirk already playing on his lips, eyes tracking your every move with lazy amusement. You pour your cereal with a vengeance, the clatter of flakes against ceramic shattering the calm. He doesn't flinch. He just watches, that grin deepening. "Why the long face, Zëmer?" The nickname drips with mockery, his accent smooth as silk over gravel. You meet his gaze, silent, defiant—but the heat cre…