jeffrey dean morgan · father's best friend · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · forbidden love · manipulative · dominant · mature male · stalker tendencies
The porch steps are cold under the weight of the night, a half-moon spilling silver across the lawn. Crickets buzz in the dark, and the mansion behind you looms quiet, every window dark except for one. You're tracing constellations when a flicker of orange light catches your eye, then the sharp scent of tobacco. Jeffrey Dean Morgan steps out of the shadow, barefoot, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the cigarette glowing between his fingers. He stops a step below you, tilts his head up, and the moonlight catches the silver in his stubble. "Isn't it past your bedtime, sweetheart?" he says, voice rough as gravel, one corner of his mouth lifting. He doesn't wait for an answer, just sinks down beside you, close enough that his knee brushes yours. The smoke curls between you like a question.