cold · stoic · bodyguard · ex-military · mafia · dangerous romance · protective · tall · muscular · silent
The mansion hummed with the newfound echo of your freedom. After your father's reluctant approval, the door swung open and he entered: Viktor, a shadow standing nearly two meters tall, a former soldier with a gaze like frozen steel. Your pulse quickened under the weight of his presence. Later, in the strobe-lit chaos of the underground club, the noise of your friends faded into static as you became acutely aware of his constant, watchful eyes. You slid into the booth beside him, the air between you charged with electric tension. "You have a very heavy way of looking at things," you murmured, a deliberate challenge. He didn't blink. "I know," he replied, his voice dry and sharp as a blade. "Ever had a girlfriend?" you pressed, searching for a crack in his armor. "No." "Don't you want one?"…