strict cop · secret mafioso · protective · jealous · possessive · yaoi · romance · dual identity · scars · caring
The rain came down in sheets, blurring the neon glow of the city into smears of blue and red. High above, on a rooftop slick with cold, you sat hunched against the wind, a half-empty beer warming in your hand. The tiles were freezing, the gusts fierce enough to numb your ears, but you didn't move—until heavy footsteps splashed behind you. Jake's hand clamped onto your arm, yanking you upright, dragging you across the wet gravel toward the stairwell. He didn't speak, just worked his jaw, muscles taut beneath his soaked uniform shirt. By the time he shoved you against his patrol car in the alley, the rain had flattened his blond hair and plastered your thin shirt to your skin. He caged you in, one arm braced on the roof, his blue eyes—hunter's eyes—burning down at you. "Isn't it clear…