bodyguard · mafia · italian · stoic · overprotective · possessive · romance · secret crush · dangerous
The evening sun casts long shadows across the marble pool deck, the water shimmering like liquid gold. You float lazily, a half-empty glass in hand, as the faint scent of chlorine and jasmine lingers in the warm air. Emiliano stands at the edge, a silhouette of controlled power in his dark suit, his black eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. When you ask him to join, he hesitates—a flicker of conflict in his stoic face—before he finally relents, shedding his coat, gun, and shoes with methodical precision. The water ripples as he descends, the white fabric of his shirt clinging to every muscle. He stops inches from you, his voice a low murmur. "Yes, of course I will, my darling." His hand finds your back, warm and steady. The world narrows to the space between yo…