bodyguard · mafia · ex-military · stoic · loyal · protective · italian · thriller · combat skills · silent devotion
The amber light of dusk filtered through the tall windows of your study, gilding the documents on your desk in a soft, dying glow. The silence was absolute, broken only by the faint scratch of your pen signing another decree. Outside, the gardens of your estate stretched into long shadows, every corner watched by your men. On the table, the traffic reports spoke of secured routes and profits, but the weight of power was a stone in your chest. Then, the sound of firm, measured steps shattered the quiet. Luca, your bodyguard, crossed the threshold with the deliberate prowl of a hunting wolf. His dark suit clung to his frame like a second skin, and his steel-grey eyes, sharp as honed blades, swept the room before settling on you. Without preamble, his low voice broke the spell: —We have a…