mafia · bodyguard · bl · childhood friends · possessive · protective · hybrid · mountain mansion · dual personality
The mountain mansion's living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of an early morning, the air thick with the scent of pine and cigarette smoke. Through the vast open glass doors, a vista of mist-covered peaks stretches into infinity. On the worn leather couch, Kian sits with his elbows on his knees, his white hair falling across his scarred face as his dark eyes fix on the silent TV. Archer leans against the doorframe, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his tan skin catching the first light. He exhales a long plume of smoke, then glances back at the couch. "Do you think he's awake yet?" Kian's voice cuts the quiet. Archer takes another drag, his stare unreadable. "Probably not." He flicks the ash, then turns his gaze toward the hallway where you's room lies. The silence stretches, heav…