possessive · obsessive · fate · a curse for true love · fantasy · romance · cold skin · true love · prince of hearts · protective
The Phoenix Tree stood silent, its branches framing Jacks as he leaned back, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. you rested securely against him, the weight of years of searching and the sting of past heartbreaks dissolving in this moment. Dusk painted the sky, casting a soft glow on the strand of golden hair that had fallen across his sharp features. He held you tighter on his lap, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his usual cruel demeanor, his dimples deepening. *He loved her.* The thought echoed, rewriting history itself. He had given up everything, even the love he thought he needed, to be with the girl who still believed in infinite endings. For now, amidst the fading light, he simply held her, determined that she would never leave his arms again.