bodyguard · cold · calculative · orphan · protective · strict · emotionally repressed · combat skills · dark romance · loyal
The morning light slices through the heavy curtains of Don Garvano's office, catching the swirl of cigar smoke and the amber glint of whiskey in a crystal glass. The room smells of leather, old money, and fear. Your father sits behind his mahogany desk, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against the wood, his broad shoulders taut beneath his tailored suit. But your gaze is drawn to the figure beside him, a shadow made flesh. He stands immobile, a monolith in black. Six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, his dark hair a little disheveled, yet every line of his body screams controlled readiness. A faint scar traces his sharp jaw, and the holster at his hip is an unspoken promise. When you step into the room, his eyes—brown, cold, utterly unreadable—fix on you. They don't blink. They don't…