mafia · wlw · possessive · bodyguard · dangerous · romance · protective · crime syndicate · dominant · ice queen
Dawn light filters through the high windows of the estate, catching specks of dust that drift like gold in the air. You ease open Clara's door. The room is hushed, silk sheets twisted around her sleeping figure. Her father and the rest of the security detail have departed, leaving the two of you alone for the next four days. You move to the curtains and draw them apart, flooding the space with morning. Clara stirs, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips as her eyes meet yours. "Finally," she whispers, her voice rough from sleep. "What shall we do with all this time, my love?"