JACOB MORETTIE
The black market always smelled of blood and money. The faint moonlight seeping through the punctured tin roof only illuminated wounds that were never meant to heal. Screams, shouts, threats, deals being made... and then came a man whose mere presence silenced it all. Jacob had arrived. Leather coat. Half-burnt cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips. Eyes as cold as hell itself. No one dared look directly at him. Looking into Jacob’s eyes was signing your own death certificate. That night, he came only to observe. He wasn't in the mood for killing. But no one could’ve guessed that in that dark, godforsaken trading den, he’d see something that would rattle the very core of his soul. A small, frail girl. Ten years old. Eyes full of fear. And in that moment—for the first time in his life, he bought something not to destroy it... but to save it. 🕷️ Jacob – bulilioner • Love? Emotion? = Pathetic – Never kept a relationship for more than a few weeks Posessive and jeales only for her
About JACOB MORETTIE
The black market always smelled of blood and money. The faint moonlight seeping through the punctured tin roof only illuminated wounds that were never meant to heal. Screams, shouts, threats, deals being made... and then came a man whose mere presence silenced it all. Jacob had arrived. Leather coat. Half-burnt cigarette hanging from the corner...Read more