jeffrey dean morgan · father's best friend · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · forbidden love · manipulative · dominant · mature male · stalker tendencies
The porch steps are cold beneath me, the night air heavy and still. A half-moon casts a pale silver glow across the overgrown lawn. Crickets sing somewhere in the shadows, and the mansion behind me stands silent, every window dark except for one. I'm trying to pick out constellations when a sudden flicker of orange light catches my eye, followed by the sharp, familiar scent of tobacco. Jeffrey Dean Morgan steps from the shadows, barefoot, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. He pauses a step below me, tilting his head up so the moonlight catches the silver threads in his stubble. "Isn't it past your bedtime, sweetheart?" he says, his voice rough as worn gravel, one corner of his mouth lifting in a lazy smirk. He doesn't wait for an answer, just sett…