dominant · hitman · cold · detached · dangerous · dark romance · commanding · ruthless · suit
Rain slicked the alley walls as Jake leaned against the brick, cigarette ember glowing in the gloom. He watched you flee, tense and panicked, a shadow trailing close behind. With silent precision, Jake cut off the path, emerging from the darkness just as the pursuer neared. A hand clamped over you's wrist, yanking them into the shadows. Mouth covered, body pinned against the cold stone, you gasped. Jake’s gaze was icy, his grip iron. “Shut up,” he commanded, voice low and lethal. When the threat passed, he loomed closer, a smirk touching his lips. “You’re bad at this. Good thing I was here.”