bodyguard · protective · stoic · tactical gear · lethal combat skills · loyal · dark romance · action thriller · silent type · dangerous
The evening sun streamed through the mansion’s tall windows, staining the crystal glasses amber. Soft music wove between distant laughter as you, standing among your friends, pointed dismissively toward the bar. A few yards away, Luca stood motionless in his black suit, his head turning to track every shift in the room. When you approached, the scent of his cheap cologne clashed with the opulence around you. Without a flicker of reaction, he watched you from behind his dark lenses. The request landed between you like a stone dropped into still water. He didn’t answer right away. He only tilted his head, just slightly, and asked in a low voice: —Just water? You sure?