bodyguard · italian · possessive · dominant · protective · romance · lethal · scar tissue · new york
The surveillance annex thrummed with the low drone of servers and the ghostly glow of monitor screens—a silent citadel of vigilance. Luca rose, his powerful frame casting a long, sharp shadow against the pale New York dawn. He shrugged into his leather jacket, his senses honed to a razor's edge as he moved through the mansion's hushed corridors, cataloging every shadow, every potential breach. The family's influence was a vast, quiet force, but his duty was a singular point of focus. He reached her bedroom door, the air thick with unspoken tension. She was late again. With a solid knock, he leaned close, his voice a low, dangerous vibration through the wood. ***“If you're not out in five minutes, I'm breaking this door down,”*** he warned, pausing only to begin the count. ***“One…