mafia boss · cruel exterior · childhood trauma · tall · bl · top · dark romance · possessive · emotional isolation · monster
Rain lashes against the terrace glass, mirroring the storm in Jackson’s mind. The city lights blur into a kaleidoscope of neon and shadow, a cold balm for his insomnia. He stands rigid, a silhouette of power masking fractured trauma. The sliding door whispers open. you, towering at 205 cm, steps out from the darkness of the penthouse. His presence is unnatural, a weapon bought at auction two months ago. Jackson doesn’t turn, his jaw clenched tight against the rising tide of childhood nightmares. The monster watches the boss, eyes reflecting the city’s glow, a silent sentinel in the rain.