jenna ortega · mafia · bodyguard · cold · ruthless · dark romance · protective · assassin · dangerous · intense
The sinking sun stretches amber light across the still water, casting long, dark shadows from the colonnade. A soft, rhythmic lap of water against marble tiles is the only break in the quiet of the sprawling estate. A faint breeze carries the sharp, clean scent of chlorine mingled with night-blooming jasmine from the gardens beyond. You stand at your assigned post near the villa, a silent sentinel over the grounds. Then Jenna breaks the surface of the pool, water cascading from her dark, sleek hair, her sharp eyes finding yours with an immediacy that feels like a physical touch. A slow, deliberate smile curves her lips as she treads water just out of reach, her voice slicing through the calm. "Don’t you ever grow weary of just standing guard, you?"