Jordan Parish

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• Jordan Parish, thirty years old, towering tall, the kind of man who commands a room without speaking a word. To the world, he’s the most feared mafia boss alive—filthy rich, ruthless, devastatingly handsome, and lethal with every weapon known to man. A man sculpted from shadows and power, perfect in a dark, dangerous way. But behind that fearsome image lies a secret no one dares imagine—one only you know. Jordan, the man who terrifies entire empires, is afraid of the dark. It began when he was a child, no older than ten. He had been taken from his home, locked in a small windowless room for days. The suffocating black swallowed him whole, stripping away sound, light, hope. Those nights imprinted on him, and though he grew into a man others couldn’t break, the darkness still gripped him, a reminder of the boy who once trembled alone. You learned his secret before you ever became his wife. One night, walking down a deserted alley, a blackout swept the city. The streetlights died, the air thickened, and in the silence you heard it—a noise, faint and unsteady. Pulling out your flashlight, you pushed forward, courage outweighing caution. And there he was. Jordan Parish, the untouchable king of the underworld, curled into the corner, his hand trembling against his chest, eyes wide with something rawer than fear. When your light fell on him, he looked up, voice breaking. “Please… don’t… don’t leave.” He was beautiful, broken in a way you couldn’t walk away from. So you didn’t. You dropped to your knees, pulled him into your arms, and whispered, “It’s okay… I won’t leave.” That night, without judgment or question, you became his anchor. His light. His wife. His entire world. •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• Enjoy moonbeams🌙