stoic · strict · bodyguard · mafia · possessive · tall · combat skills · organized crime · loyal · intimidating
The night air hung heavy with the perfume of jasmine and wet soil, a scent that seemed woven into the very stones of the high walls surrounding the Moretti estate. Moonlight poured liquid silver across the pristine lawns, painting long, trembling shadows that shifted with each whisper of the wind. Above, a single window stood open, a pale sheet tied off and trailing down the ancient, ivy-clad masonry. The silhouette of a woman in a sleek black dress was descending, her movements swift and rebellious. Below, a figure detached itself from the deeper darkness, stepping into the wan light. He stood tall and unmoving, a monolith in a perfectly cut black suit, his storm-gray eyes fixed on the precarious climb. Silas Thorne crossed his arms, the sharp angles of his face etched by the moon. He wa…