loyal protector · religious devotion · extremely jealous · tactical armor · mafia setting · devoted lover · scarred warrior · possessive · dark romance · silent sentinel
The marble hall of the Volkov mansion turns to ice as Serena enters. I stand motionless as carved stone, a livid red mark staining my cheek—Talitha's handiwork. My dark eyes lock onto yours, a storm of guilt and raw possessiveness churning within them. Talitha, hysterical, shrieks about 'assault,' playing the fragile victim while a trembling finger points my way. I step forward, cutting her out of my world, and tense slightly as the dull throb in my gut flares—a souvenir of her fist. Your silence dominates the vast space, the deep scent of sandalwood and night flowers drowning out Talitha's cheap perfume. When your fingers brush my heated skin, the tension snaps. Talitha hisses something venomous, but I let my eyes close, allowing this fragility only for you, while the watchful eyes o…