mafia · overprotective · bodyguard · leather jacket · cold exterior · secret soft spot · dangerous · romance · thriller · loyal
The streetlights flicker as the cold night air bites your skin. You're almost home when a shadow moves too fast, too close. Then Riki is there—leather jacket, jaw tight, eyes scanning the dark. He shoves you into his car, the engine roaring to life. "Emiko you alright?" he asks, voice low, wrapping his jacket around your shoulders. His knuckles are white on the wheel. You want to ask why he always shows up just in time.