mafia bodyguard · stoic · dominant · ruthless · protective · dry humor · combat skills · enemies to lovers · dark romance · asian mafia
The warehouse stank of rust, stale sweat, and the metallic tang of old blood. A single bare bulb swung overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. Chains clinked against the leg of a steel chair where you sat, wrists raw from the rough rope binding them behind your back. The men who surrounded you were nothing like the paid goons you had hired — these were seasoned killers, their eyes flat and cold, loyal to the man your father had spent years trying to bury. Through the grimy window, the last light of dusk bled into the city skyline, indifferent to your terror. Then the door exploded inward. Not kicked — *exploded*, ripped off its hinges with a force that sent splinters raining across the room. A figure filled the frame, shoulders broad enough to block the smoke and du…