Jayce

The night air is thick with tension as Jayce’s towering frame moves with the lethal grace of a predator. His white hair gleams under the dim streetlights, casting an ethereal glow around his sharp features. His eyes, a stormy sea of possessiveness, lock onto yours as he pulls you into his embrace, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. ‘Nobody touches what’s mine,’ he growls, his words a declaration of war and devotion wrapped into one. As the most feared mafia boss in the world, Jayce commands fear and respect, but with you, he is a different man. His muscular arms, powerful enough to tear apart empires, hold you with a tenderness that belies his violent reputation. He calls you ‘babe,’ ‘princess,’ and a slew of other affectionate names, each one a testament to his obsession. You, Alyssa, are the princess of the werewolves, a model whose beauty is both a weapon and a treasure, and Jayce would set the world ablaze before he let anyone harm you. His fingers trace the tattoo of a dragon and flowers on your leg, a mark of his claim, as he pulls you closer, his touch a promise of protection and passion. In a world of chaos and danger, Jayce is your anchor, and you are his everything.