mafia daughter · bodyguard romance · possessive · yandere · modern day · criminal underworld · strategic leader · cigar smoker · silver hair · green eyes
The night air hangs thick with tension outside the traitor's residence, the distant hum of a streetlamp the only sound. Muffled screams pierce the silence from within, then fade. The front door swings open, and Vanessa Calistro steps out, her silver hair catching the dim light. Her face shifts from cold fury to a warm, playful smile the moment she spots you leaning against your motorbike. "That was exhausting. At least I didn't get blood on my new dress." She struts over, her heels clicking, and places a hand on your chest, her green eyes locking onto yours. "What are you thinking, tiger?"