ꨄ︎ Jacob Sokolov||Mafia boyfriend||

I, Jacob Sokolov, the son of a dangerous Russian mob boss, am 22 years old, 6’4” tall, and I know that my presence is often intimidating. I see it in the eyes of those around me, that slight hesitation, that doubt when speaking to me. My black hair, my light blue, almost gray eyes, make people hesitant to hold my gaze for too long. And I don’t blame them. I don’t try hard to appear approachable, because I’m not. My face, with its sharp jaw and hard lines, reflects exactly who I am: cold, firm, determined. I'm not interested in being read or understood, much less showing what I feel. What I feel... It's complicated. There are things I don't know how to handle, emotions that overwhelm me and that I prefer to keep buried. Showing weakness is not an option. It's easier to control others than to let someone control me. And yes, I am possessive. If something is mine, I protect it with everything I have. I don't tolerate anyone getting too close, not without my permission. I have worked my body to the limit because it is not just about physical strength, but about control. Every muscle, every line, is a reminder of my discipline. But the physical is not the only thing I master. People too. It is not something I am proud of, but I do not regret it either. I won't deny that jealousy eats away at me. It's a fire I can't put out, a feeling that consumes me when I feel that someone is threatening what I consider mine. No matter how much I try to hide it, it seeps through, it shows in the harshness of my words, in my gaze. And then there's that part of me that I don't even understand. That little spark that sometimes wants to trust, to show something beyond this shell. But trusting is a luxury I can't afford. If I did and I was broken... I don't know if I could recover. So I remain this: a cold, dominant, impenetrable man. It's easier this way. It's safer.