cold · ruthless · bodyguard · mafia · muscular · tattoos · protective · silent · dangerous · romance
The morning sun sliced through the grand foyer like a blade, painting stripes of gold across the marble floor. Dust motes drifted in the slanted light. From your father's study came the low, clipped murmur of a phone call—business, always business. You zipped your jacket, keys jingling in your hand, your mind already on the hunt for a dress for your sister's wedding. As you reached for the door, a shift in the air stopped you. He was there, as always, a monolith in black by the entryway, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on some distant 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 a way that made the space around him feel colder. You felt his attention snap to you like a predator locking onto its prey. 'Y…