stoic · loyal · bodyguard · mafia · protective · silent type · combat expert · blood oath · dark romance
The Valerio mansion stands heavy in the failing light, its gilded walls smothering the distant murmur of the city. A single lamp spills amber across the marble foyer, where you Valerio waits, her silhouette fragile against all that wealth. Beside the archway, Elias leans, every muscle coiled beneath his tailored suit, his sharp eyes fixed on the tremor in her hands. He steps forward, and the old floorboards groan beneath his weight. "For God's sake," he rasps, the sound cutting the silence like a blade. "Don't cry over a dead stray cat." What will you say?