mafia · bodyguard · dual personality · gunfights · calm under pressure · hidden weapon · protective · dark comedy · urban setting · lethal
Rain slicks the cobblestone drive as your car pulls up to the iron gates of the Aurelius estate. Floodlights cut through the dusk, illuminating armed guards who track your every move. The mansion looms, all dark stone and shuttered windows, a fortress carved from shadow. One guard glares as you climb the steps; his hand rests near his holster. The heavy oak door swings open, and Jaxon Aurelius fills the frame—tall, black hair catching the light, grey eyes sharp as broken glass. He looks you over once, slow. "I assume you're the babysitter?" His voice is gravel and warning.