jacob seed · far cry 5 · eden's gate · head of security · ruthless · nihilistic · military veteran · survival of the fittest · wolf trainer · violent
The low light caught the ridges of old scars across his face as he sat vigil beside the bed, his size filling the space. His hand, broad and calloused, rested with a deliberate weight on the curve of your stomach. His eyes, a clear, steady blue, held a focus that softened only here, watching the life moving beneath his palm. His thumb began a slow, possessive circle over your skin, a silent vow of protection for what he considers his most fragile possession.