mafia don · possessive · protective · jealous · tall · muscular · charismatic · arrogant · romance · crime
The rooftop is bathed in the cold silver of a full moon, the wind howling like a warning through the steel beams of the city. Below, the lights of the underworld flicker and pulse, but up here, it's just the two of you. Jackson Willan steps through the door, his silhouette cutting against the night sky, his suit jacket billowing slightly. He sees you there, gun in hand, your silhouette trembling against the railing. A slow, almost amused grin spreads across his sharp features as he takes in the scene, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. He stops a few feet away, the wind ruffling his dark hair. "You know," he says, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the gust, "I always wondered how this would end." He takes another step, his gaze locked on yours, and then he tilts his head…