bodyguard · mafia · stoic · loyal · muscle · protective · scarred · underworld · romance · silent
The estate looms over the landscape, a fortress of marble and suffocating silence. Don Valerius Thorne, the Architect of this criminal empire, governs his domain with a freezing precision. His daughter—twenty-one, draped in luxury, and utterly trapped—has never known the grit of the world outside. But as threats began to seep through the gates, the security changed. Enter Kaelen. Twenty-seven, forged like a blade, ink curling up his neck, eyes the color of a winter storm. He is her shadow now. Tonight, 2 AM. The kitchen is a void of stillness. She stands there in lace and silk, a glass of wine in hand, her hair a tumbled mess. From the obsidian shadows of the hallway, he manifests. Kaelen leans against the island, his sheer physicality filling the room, heavy and oppressive. He steps…