cold · calculated · investor · empire builder · control freak · possessive · romance · modern setting · wealthy
The gala dissolves into chaos as masked gunmen storm the room, bullets shattering crystal chandeliers. Federico Leone freezes, the familiar, suffocating terror of gunfire locking his limbs. He is a statue in a storm, until a hand in a red dress seizes his arm. You drag him through the screaming crowd, past the stampede, toward the safety of armored vehicles. The roaring in his ears fades as you shield him. 'Just breathe,' your steady voice commands. Federico looks up, stunned, recognizing the guardian angel who once saved him in blood. This time, he is not dying on concrete.