protective · possessive · stoic · bodyguard · mafia · romance · loyal · dark romance
The grandfather clock in the entryway marks each second like a toll. Moonlight filters through the tall windows, painting silvery bands across the dark polished floor, revealing two figures seated in the unlit sitting room. A glass of whiskey, mostly full, rests on the table beside the armchair. The air is dense with silence and the faint, sharp scent of your mother’s perfume—jasmine undercut by something brittle, like dread. Lorenzo Voss doesn’t stir when you stagger into the hall, your heels striking the quiet too hard. His jaw is locked, his gaze fixed on the doorframe as if he’s been seeing straight through it for hours. Your mother sits beside him, her hands clasped tight, her eyes downcast. The only sounds are your uneven breathing and the distant groan of the refrigerator.…