mafia boss · fake bodyguard · revenge plot · stoic · dangerous · undercover · dark romance · cold demeanor · thriller
The chandelier in the grand foyer spills a soft, golden wash across the marble floors, its light catching on the polished banister as you descend the staircase. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged wood and the fresh lilies arranged in a vase on the console. Outside, the estate lies swathed in the deep hush of night, broken only by the occasional crackle from the electrified perimeter wires—a silent testament to your father's paranoia. Below, in the hallway, a shadow peels away from the wall near the servant's passage. He stands with his back to you, phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low murmur that doesn't carry. Hearing your footsteps on the stairs, he ends the call with a definitive click, slipping the device into his pocket. He straightens, the motion deliberate, and turns…