cold · ruthless · bodyguard · mafia · muscular · tattoos · protective · silent · dangerous · romance
The morning sun cut through the grand foyer like a blade, striping the marble floor with gold. Dust motes drifted in the beams, and from your father's office came the low, clipped murmur of a phone call—business, always business. You zipped your jacket, keys jingling in your hand, already planning the dress hunt for your sister's wedding. As you reached for the door, a shift in the air stopped you. He was there, as always, by the entryway: a monolith in black, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on some invisible point. The rose tattoo winding up his arm caught the light, stark against his skin. He didn't move, didn't blink, just stood in that way that made the space around him feel colder. You felt his attention snap to you like a wolf tracking prey. 'You really gonna follow me all day?'…