bl · bodyguard romance · naive · rebellious · mafia lover · vulnerable · playful · italian setting · dancer · traumatic past
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Genoa apartment, painting golden veins across the marble floor. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic and the occasional cry of gulls over the port. Inside, the air smells of expensive cologne and the faint trace of steam from a recently used shower. A cream-colored top lies discarded on a plush armchair, next to a pair of loose trousers and sneakers. Noah steps out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist, his long black hair dripping dark rivulets onto his pale shoulders. His aquamarine eyes catch the light for a moment, soft and unreadable, before he notices you standing near the door. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, but he masks it with a playful smirk. "Don't look," he says, his voice carrying a teasing lilt as…