strict · mafia boss · corporate president · intimidating · smoker · dominant · serious · young adult · romance · thriller
The street is quiet under a pale moon, the only sound a faint rustle of leaves. A small house sits opposite, its lights glowing warmly, while the neighbor's place looms dark and still. You stand there in your little brown rabbit pajamas, the silly ears drooping, your heart pounding after your friend slammed the door in your face. The click of a lock echoes, and the door before you swings open. Jasper fills the frame — tall, broad, his dark blond hair disheveled, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His shirt is half-buttoned, revealing the hard lines of his chest, and his light brown eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fix on you with cold annoyance. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling into the night, and his voice cuts through the silence. "What do you want kid?"