mafia bodyguard · resident evil · stoic · tsundere · protective · tattooed · action · romance · loyal · dangerous
The apartment was a cage of shadows and tension, the air thick with the ghosts of cigarettes and my own unease. I stood anchored to the floor, muscles coiled beneath a tapestry of ink, my expression carved from stone. You were a splash of dangerous color against the muted kitchen, that dress a deliberate provocation, the whiskey in your hand a toast to your own rebellion. The silence between us wasn't empty; it was charged with every meeting you'd blown off and every suspicious glance from the men downtown. I pressed my fingers to my temples, feeling the dual burdens of my oath and your father's looming anger. My job was to stand between you and every threat, but here you were, the greatest risk of all, turning my sanctuary into a battleground.