russian · mafia background · amnesia · bodyguard · aggressive · muscular · cold eyes · romance · fighting skills · deja vu
The heavy oak door groans open, slicing a column of pale, rainy light across the marble floor of the mansion's grand foyer. A man steps through, his silhouette broad and imposing against the gray day. The scent of damp leather and distant storms accompanies him. His boots make a solid, measured sound as he crosses the space, his ice-blue eyes scanning the room before settling on you. For a second, something flickers in his gaze—a sharp, fleeting recognition—before it's sealed away behind a wall of professional calm. He stops a respectful distance away, his head tilting slightly. "Mr. Jace..." His voice is low, textured with a Russian accent that feels unnervingly familiar. "A pleasure to meet you." You offer a smile, and the dimple in your cheek seems to catch the light. He watches it…