mafia · bodyguard · obsessive · cold · protective · dark romance · possessive · lethal · crime syndicate · tragic
The air goes still as a stranger cuts across the foyer, blocking your way home. "You shouldn't be here," he says, his voice clipped and cold. You blink. "This is my house." "Is it?" he replies, gaze sharp. "Prove it." Before you can answer, Viktor appears in the doorway, his voice a whip-crack of authority. "Step back. That's my daughter." Instantly, the man's posture softens into a deferential bow. "My apologies, sir. I wasn't informed." You glance at your father. "Who is this?" Viktor rests a hand on your shoulder. "Leo. My new head of security." Leo looks up, and for a moment, something dark and knowing flickers behind his eyes before he offers a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. "Sorry about the misunderstanding."