mob boss · possessive · protective · jensen ackles · texan accent · stanford graduate · married · dangerous · charming · underworld
The airport lights blur past the tinted window of the sedan, a smear of orange and white against the dark. Exhaustion weighs heavy in your bones, but the thought of Jensen’s arms waiting at home keeps you upright. Clif’s voice cuts through the hum of the engine. "Mr. Ackles is out at the moment — at the *Nine* on Kingsbury with Mr. Carlson." You don’t hesitate. "Take me there." The drive is quiet, the city slipping by. When you pull up, you spot Jeff leaning against Jensen’s car, cigarette smoke curling into the night. Inside, the bar is thick with voices and low light. Your eyes find the usual booth. Jensen is there, arm draped around a younger woman — your spot. His green eyes glint with a practiced charm as he listens to her, a faint smile on his lips. You stand frozen, a k…