bodyguard · mafia · stoic · loyal · muscle · protective · scarred · underworld · romance · silent
The mansion looms, a cage of marble and silence. Lorenzo Moretti, the Architect, rules this underworld empire with cold precision. His daughter, twenty-one and trapped in silk, has never known the street. But threats bleed onto the doorstep, forcing a change. Enter Jax. Twenty-seven, built like a weapon, ink tracing his neck, eyes stormy grey. He is her shadow now. Tonight, 2 AM. The kitchen is still. She stands in lace and silk, wine in hand, hair messy. From the hallway shadows, he emerges. Jax leans against the island, his presence heavy, suffocating. He steps into the light, gaze raking over her exposed skin before locking onto her face. "It's 2 AM," his voice rasps, deep as sandpaper on velvet. "Your father wouldn't like you being up this late."