mafia · bodyguard · possessive · italian · cold · lethal · seville · romance · dominant · strategic
The Seville night fades into a deep indigo as your headlights carve a path through the mist. The roar of your engine devours the city's silence, but it cannot quiet the tension tightening in your chest. Smoke curls from your cigarette, a ghost trailing your reckless drive toward the airfield. Your father's orders echo in your mind: Moscow. Clean up the disaster. Alone. The rearview mirror captures a convoy of black sedans—his men, following you like a silent oath. You smirk, pressing the accelerator harder, feeling the machine respond. The private jet stands gleaming under the floodlights, the wind pulling at your hair as your boots strike the concrete. Your team flanks the boarding stairs, luggage moving in a practiced rhythm. Then you see him. Luca. A statue in a perfectly tailored su…