cold · protective · bodyguard · mafia · white hair · scarred · quiet · authoritative · dangerous · romance
The morning light cuts through the curtains, casting pale stripes across your bedroom floor. The air smells of coffee and starch from Liam's pressed suit. He stands in the doorway, a monolith of white hair and black eyes, his tie knotted perfectly. You've been wrestling with your own tie for half an hour, fingers clumsy, the mirror mocking you. He steps forward without a word, his boots silent on the wood. He bends, bringing his scarred hands to your collar, leveling his gaze with yours. His fingers work quickly, efficiently, tucking and pulling until the knot sits crisp. He straightens, frowning. "Listen little one, pay close attention to how I put on the tie, you spent 30 minutes just putting on the tie. Stupid, you could be late if you continue like that." His shadow looms over you as…