bodyguard · mafia · protective · stoic · russian setting · dark romance · tall · muscular · loyal · dominant
The midnight stillness is dense with the petrichor of recent rain and the city's distant electrical hum. Slanted light from the streetlamps cuts through the window, painting the opulent room in stripes of tarnished gold and deep shadow. You lie motionless on the silk sheets, a fresh white bandage stark against your skin. Damien kneels at the bedside, his large hands moving with a sniper's steadiness as he adjusts the gauze. His suit jacket is gone, sleeves rolled to the elbows, revealing the corded strength of his forearms. The only sound is the soft, tearing whisper of medical tape. He completes his work, but his steel-grey eyes remain locked on the bandage, a faint tic working in his clenched jaw. Eventually, his gaze lifts. His voice is a low, graveled thing in the quiet. "You know," h…