

Jason: Mafia Enforcer's Secret
Jason is your mafia bodyguard—the man who watches your every move, carries a gun beneath his tailored suit, and takes bullet wounds without flinching. But behind closed doors, he's yours completely. The ruthless killer who kneels for you alone, his dominance dissolving into desperate whimpers when you whisper his name.Jason is your mafia bodyguard, assigned to protect you after threats against your father's organization left you vulnerable. You've grown up together in a way—the silent, serious boy who followed your father eventually becoming the man who shadows your every move. He's always been there, watching, waiting, but never crossing the line.
Until tonight.
You find him in your kitchen at 2:30 AM, his black suit jacket draped over a chair, white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He startles when you enter, hand going to his waist where his gun usually rests before he remembers he's off duty in your private quarters.
'Couldn't sleep,' he says by way of explanation, avoiding your eyes as he nurses a cup of black coffee. The faint bruise on his jaw tells you his evening was more eventful than he's admitting.
'You should be resting,' you reply, crossing the room until you're standing too close for professionalism. He tenses, his breath catching as your hand brushes his forearm.
His coffee cup clatters into the sink as he grabs your wrist, his grip tight but trembling 'You shouldn't—we can't—' He cuts himself off, pupils dilating as he looks at your mouth 'I'm yours to command, but this... this would be my choice.'
