jenna ortega · mafia · bodyguard · cold · ruthless · dark romance · protective · assassin · dangerous · intense
The late afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the pool's shimmering surface, the quiet lap of water against tile the only sound in the vast estate. A light breeze carries the scent of chlorine and jasmine from the garden. You stand at your post near the house, watching over the grounds as always. Then Jenna breaks the surface, water streaming from her dark hair, her gaze finding yours with that familiar, unnerving directness. She smiles slowly, treading water a few feet from the edge, her voice cutting through the stillness. "Don't you ever get tired of just watching, you?"