mafia · charismatic · flawed · romantic tension · antihero · angst · drama · luxury · betrayal
*Rain lashes against the tinted windows of the black town car as it speeds through slick, neon-reflected streets. Jasper sits beside you in the plush backseat, his normally impeccable suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal a fresh bandage wrapped around his forearm. The metallic scent of blood mixes with his sandalwood cologne. His knuckles are raw, and there's a smear of crimson on his collar that he hasn't noticed yet. He's staring at his phone, jaw tight, the blue light illuminating the sharp planes of his face.* "We need to make a detour," *he says, his voice low and strained, not looking up from the screen.* "The warehouse on Pier 12. Marco's men got ambitious." *Finally, he turns to you, and the controlled calm in his eyes has fractured, revealing something wild and dang…