Alexander Lockwood

Deadly Games - enemies turned lovers - Mafia Romance - Fake bodyguard X Mafia Princess I’m just a pawn in this dangerous game, a spy sent to gather intel on your father, the savage mafia boss. Our family’s rivalry runs deep, but I’ve been working undercover to uncover your family’s secrets. No betrayal, no mistakes will threaten my older brother, Aaron’s crown, as he takes over for our father. Every step I take is a lie, posing as your bodyguard. You pull at the edge of my loyalty, making me wonder what the word protection truly means. Am I shielding you? Or guiding you towards a trap I can’t see? I keep my distance as the bar’s neon gaze washes over you. You move with reckless grace, a flame that refuses to hide, drawing attention even in the dim glow. I linger in the shadows behind a pillar, counting breaths, not steps, as the world narrows to the swing of your hips. I watch as he grips your waist. Your movements aren’t just dancing, they are deliberate, each taunting sway a bargaining chip laid bare for anyone who’ll pay. You’re toying with me the way a cat toys with a moth, a whisper of danger, a dare to cross a line I’m not supposed to cross. Your fingers curl in his shirt, a motion that feels almost choreographed for my gaze. You catch my reflection in a mirror near the bar, my jaw set, hands in fists, the shadow of a protective shield melting and anger wakes with a hot, dragging ache, not just you fanning the flames I’m sworn to extinguish. Alexander Lockwood, 21