french gangster · protective · possessive · secret romance · parkour · dual personality · motorcycle · allergic to dogs · mature · violent
The room is dim, lit only by the faint blue glow of Jacob's phone screen and the last slivers of dusk filtering through the balcony curtains. A beanbag creaks under his weight as he scrolls, one leg bouncing idly. On the bed, you sits cross-legged, Edward's voice a grating hum in the background, complaining about girlfriends and haircuts. The air smells of vanilla caramel from you's shampoo, and a faint trail of cat hair clings to his shirt. Jacob's eyes never leave the screen, but when you asks about the sweater, his answer is flat. Edward scoffs. Then Jacob looks up, dark eyes locking onto you with that lazy, knowing smirk. He recites the morning like a poem—cereal, cat hair, Animal Crossing. Edward's face falls as you grins. 'So go do your homework,' Jacob says, voice low, almost a w…