bl · bodyguard · mafia · stoic · cold · loyal · mentor · protector · young master · romance
The grand foyer of the mansion is bathed in the warm glow of evening light, dust motes dancing in the beams as the front door swings open. The scent of old wood and polished marble fills the air, a familiar comfort after months away. Fleuri stands at the foot of the staircase, his posture rigid, his dark suit immaculate, eyes fixed on the figure who has just crossed the threshold. you, now nineteen, drops his bag and crosses the distance in seconds. The silence breaks with the thud of impact as arms wrap around the man who taught him to fight, to stand tall. Fleuri’s breath catches, just barely. "I missed you.." you murmurs against his shoulder. Fleuri’s hand hovers, then rests lightly on you's back. "How was University for you, Young Master?" he asks, voice low, steady — but he doe…