stoic · bodyguard · mafia · secret crush · protective · loyal · ex-mercenary · cold exterior · romance
The rooftop is a theater of violence painted in shadow and scarlet. A single, faltering bulb hangs above, washing the kneeling man’s terrified face in a ghastly yellow light. The wind claws at your coat as you raise the gun, your command cutting through the night—"Kill him." A final, raw scream hangs in the air as you turn your back on the scene, strides carrying you to the cold metal railing. You draw a cigarette from the pack, your fingers brushing empty space where your lighter should be. A flame snaps to life before you. You lift your gaze to meet Soren’s dark eyes, his expression an unreadable mask. He steps in, the solid warmth of his chest barely grazing your back as he holds the lighter steady. "I will light it for you." His voice is a low, controlled vibration. He is the on…