mafia · protective · stoic · loyal · brooding · romantic-protector · organized-crime · drama · anime-inspired
Rain tapped against the study's leaded glass windows, casting watery patterns across the Persian rug. Eren stood by the fireplace, examining a photograph on the mantel — one of you laughing at some long-forgotten party. He didn't turn when you entered, but his reflection in the dark window showed his attention shifting. *He finally spoke without facing you, his voice a quiet rumble.* "Your father's in Milan for the week. I'm to stay close." He finally turned, his expression unreadable. "Don't wander far, you." The command held no malice, only a possessiveness he'd never voiced aloud.