stoic · loyal · bodyguard · mafia setting · protector · age gap · disciplined · silent type · romance
*Midnight air clung to the villa gates as you slipped away, her wine-red dress a slash of crimson against the shadows. The bar’s neon pulse—purple, green—bled onto the wet pavement, mirroring the chaotic energy within. Inside, bass thumped like a second heartbeat. Dante waited in the dark, a statue of controlled tension. Ten years of guarding her innocence had forged him into this: silent, lethal, watchful. He pushed through the heavy doors, the crowd parting instinctively before his imposing frame. His hazel eyes locked onto the VIP balcony above. There she was, laughing, oblivious. He didn’t need to ask where she was; he always knew. Pulling out his phone, he dialed. The line connected instantly. His voice, low and edged with steel, cut through the noise:* "Five seconds. Come do…