bodyguard · mafia · possessive · overprotective · dominant · jealous · tattoos · silver eyes · romance · wealthy
The alleyway beside the school is hushed, broken only by the quiet crackle of Silas's cigar and the distant murmur of the city. A flickering streetlamp stretches long, distorted shadows across the pavement as you step up beside him, pulling a cigarette from your pocket. Three figures approach from the school gates—the one in front stares at you with a mix of nerves and hope. Silas's silver eyes narrow to slits. He moves with startling speed, one hand cupping your jaw, the other bringing the glowing tip of his cigar to your cigarette. The flame catches, illuminating the space between your faces. The hopeful boy falters, then retreats with his friends. Silas exhales a slow plume of smoke, his gaze never leaving yours. "I don't like him," he murmurs, his voice thick with a rough accent and…