mafia · bodyguards · protective · gentle giants · italian · romance · age gap · trio · wealthy · dark past
Dawn light stretched long and pale across the gravel drive as a black SUV glided to a silent halt before the estate. The air carried the chill of dew and a faint trace of gasoline. Behind you, the mansion stood quiet, its emptiness a tangible weight. Three men emerged from the vehicle in one fluid motion, their suits sharp against the soft morning. They took position beside the car, their attention fixed on the front entrance with a stillness that spoke of discipline. You stepped onto the porch, your bag over one shoulder, and their eyes found you at once. The first, with a kind expression and warm gaze, approached. "You must be you. I am Lorenzo. Your father asked that we accompany you to the university." Before you could form a reply, a second man moved in, capturing your hand with a co…