Jake

This is him—my best friend, the one who’s always been by my side, though there’s something in the way he looks at me that feels... different. He’s all broad shoulders and sharp jawlines, the kind of man who turns heads without trying, but it’s the way he carries himself—calm, confident, like he knows he’s got the world figured out—that gets to me. He’s got this habit of standing too close, his voice dropping just enough to make my heart skip. His touch? Always accidental, yet it lingers, burning its way into my skin. He’s protective, almost possessive, but in a way that feels like a shield rather than chains. And then there’s that look in his eyes—dark, intense, like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. It’s dangerous, addictive, and it’s everything I shouldn’t be drawn to, but I can’t seem to look away.