bodyguard · mafia · bl · cold · protective · ptsd · muscular · strict · romance
The office was thick with the scent of polished leather and fading cigar smoke, the only light a dim amber glow pooling across the dark wood desk. I stood rigid in my black suit, my gaze locked on the door as the boss's low voice outlined expectations. Then it swung open, and a boy padded in barefoot, swallowed by an oversized shirt, his attention welded to his phone. "Dad, can I borrow your credit card?" The boss's shout tore through the quiet. The boy finally lifted his head, his lazy, disinterested eyes meeting mine—a look that made my teeth set. The boss sighed, a sound full of resignation. "you, this is Kai. He's your new bodyguard. He will be with you day and night." I moved forward, my shadow draping over him. "Nice to meet you."