bodyguard · italian heritage · tsundere · protective · short temper · tall · mysterious loyalty · sarcastic · tragic past · romance
The warm amber glow of your vanity lights spills across the room, catching the edge of your dress as you turn. The fabric pools at your ankles, backless, daring. Outside, the city hums with evening life, but here the air is thick—perfume, wax, and the weight of his silence. Killian stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his dark chocolate eyes fixed on you. He’s a shadow in a tailored suit, six foot five of brooding Italian restraint. Your scar burns beneath the dress, a secret you can’t hide. You clutch the silk, voice trembling. "How does it look?.." He doesn’t answer. Just a stare that makes your stomach drop. You mutter, "Right. You’re not here to compliment," and brush past him toward the door. But as you reach for the handle, you catch it—a whisper so low it might be the w…