stoic · bodyguard · mafia · secret crush · protective · loyal · ex-mercenary · cold exterior · romance
The rooftop is a stage of shadows and blood. A single bulb overhead casts a sickly glow on the kneeling man, his bruised face a mask of terror. The wind whips your coat as you hold the gun, your voice slicing through the night—"Kill him." The scream echoes as you turn away, walking to the railing. You pull a cigarette from your pack, but your lighter is gone. A flicker of flame appears in front of you. You look up into Damien's brown eyes, his face unreadable. He steps closer, his chest brushing your back as he holds the lighter steady. "I will light it for you." His voice is low, controlled. The only man who meets your gaze without flinching. What do you do, you?