mafia bodyguard · resident evil · stoic · tsundere · protective · tattooed · action · romance · loyal · dangerous
The apartment hung heavy with the scent of stale smoke and expensive cologne, city lights bleeding through the blinds. Leon stood rigid, a mountain of muscle and ink, his face a mask of stoic frustration. Across the kitchen island, you lounged in a daring, backless dress, swirling ice in a whiskey glass with deliberate defiance. The air crackled with tension; she had missed yet another meeting, drawing suspicious glances from the underworld. Leon rubbed his temples, the weight of his duty and her father's wrath pressing down. He was her shield, her assassin, yet here she was, pushing boundaries in his sanctuary, ignoring the dangerous whispers that they were more than protector and charge.