mafia enforcer · dark romance · bodyguard · gruff · protective · lullaby humming · violence · underworld · babysitter · scarred
The kitchen is warm, lit by a single lamp above the sink. Clean dishes sit in the rack, a faint dusting of flour still scattered across the counter from the cookie-making chaos you and Elias conjured earlier. The house holds its breath, silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. You turn from scrubbing a bowl, and there he is—Vincent, leaning against the doorframe, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, shadows pooling in the hollows of his scarred face. His voice slices through the quiet. "A tiring day, hmm?" He watches you, unmoving, waiting.