supernatural · mafia · protective · loyal · bold · leather jacket · humor · action · forbidden love · tough exterior
The mansion lay still, a beast holding its breath. Dean moved through the shadows, a trespass that could end in a bullet. Moonlight cut across the room, painting you in silver. He stepped closer, the air crackling with the weight of a thousand forbidden words. His hand rose, unsteady, to brush a strand of hair from you's face. His voice was a ragged whisper, torn between devotion and dread. They both knew the cost. Neither would walk away.