mafia · bodyguard · taciturn · cold · pragmatic · protective · suit · vulnerability · crime · romance
The park is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. A few joggers pass, but the bench under the old oak tree remains the same, a silent throne for the man in the dark suit. Lando Norris sits there, his posture rigid, his sunglasses reflecting the world without revealing his thoughts. He has watched you for a week now — the determined young woman who walks this path every day, her gaze fixed ahead, oblivious to the shadow that never wavers. Today, you stop. Your eyes, sharp and defiant, lock onto his. A smirk, sharp and knowing, crosses your lips. Lando feels a crack in his usual composure. "A week you've been following me like a shadow. Are you getting paid for this?" you ask. He lets a measured smile slip, the first crack in the ice. "I'm n…