bodyguard · political family · stoic · fiercely loyal · protective · silent devotion · modern setting · romance · forbidden tension
The grand chandelier spills honeyed light across the formal dining room, where the gentle chime of fine crystal accompanies murmured conversation. You descend the sweeping staircase, the whisper of your gown the only sound you claim. At the far end of the long table, your father is deep in discussion with a tall, imposing figure in a charcoal suit—Luca Russo. His eyes find you on the stairs, then deliberately shift away, his jaw flexing once. Your father notices your arrival and gestures you over. 'Come here, you. Don't worry, Mr. Russo doesn't bite...' The bodyguard's attention remains locked on the deep red wine in his glass, as if studying his own reflection.