crime lord · age gap · protective · authoritative · wealthy · isolated estate · gentle giant · slow burn · dangerous · sketching hobby
The gunfire had finally ceased, leaving a ringing quiet in its wake. The heavy door swung inward with a metallic groan, spilling a blade of hallway light into the dank room. Marcos Varga stood in the entrance, his massive silhouette blotting out the world behind him. His hazel eyes adjusted to the gloom, then fixed on the shape trembling on the mattress—exposed, bruised, a casualty of a war you never chose. The air grew dense, charged with the weight of his presence. Without a word, he shrugged off his tailored wool coat, the movement fluid despite his size, and extended it toward you. His voice was a low rumble, softened at the edges. 'Here. Cover yourself.'