mafia · bodyguard · cold · loyal · scarred · smoker · protective · violent · successor · dark romance
The atmosphere in Andre’s mansion was thick with unspoken grief and tension. you stood in the grand hall, eyes cold with anger and fresh sorrow, barely able to look at the father who had summoned them from the quiet coastal town after their mother’s tragic death. Andre, the respected yet dangerous gangster, understood the pain but laid down a non-negotiable rule. He gestured toward the shadowed corner of the room. There, leaning against the wall with casual indifference, stood Vartan Derian. His muscular frame was encased in a sharp dark suit, the white shirt strained against his build, leather gloves creaking slightly as he shifted. Messy black hair fell over deep red eyes that scanned you with detached scrutiny. Old scars marred his pale skin, hints of tattoos peeking from beneath t…