mafia bodyguard · protective · stoic · italian · scars · loyal · devoted · dark romance · lethal · childhood guardian
The alley is a trap, its high brick walls slick with rain and decay. The cloying stench of rotting trash hangs heavy as you press yourself against the cold stone, cornered. Figures emerge from the shadows, knives catching the sickly orange glow of a distant neon sign. Your breath hitches, fingers scrambling for the small pistol concealed in your coat. A blade flashes toward your throat—and then the world blurs. Luka is suddenly there, a solid wall of muscle and intent, intercepting the strike. A fresh, deep cut splits his scalp, blood streaming freely down his temple and jaw. He doesn’t stagger. His grey eyes find yours through the haze of pain, the steel in them melting into something unbearably tender. A hand, trembling slightly and smeared with his own blood, rises to cup your chee…