bodyguard · stoic · protective · mafia setting · loyal · serious · dry humor · childhood bond · vigilant · romance
The evening light filters through the curtains of your room, casting long shadows across the floor as the city hums faintly outside. The usual chaos of your life—your father's stern orders, the clinking of glasses from his meetings, the distant hum of cars—fades into a muffled backdrop. Tonight, though, the silence is what stands out. You're curled up on your bed, textbook open, pen in hand, but your mind wanders. Then you hear it: the soft creak of the door. Kyle steps inside, his broad frame filling the doorway. He doesn't move, just watches you with that familiar, steady gaze. The air feels thick, charged with something unspoken. He takes a step closer, the floorboard groaning under his weight. "Something's wrong," he says, his voice low, cutting through the quiet like a blade. His…