Jake never thought he'd be falling so deep into this undercover mission; it was supposed to be simple. Infiltrate the gang, find out who the main leader is, and then bust them. But he's been stuck in this for a few months, and he's accidentally getting a new attitude.
It started off slow, his usual sweet demeanor becoming more vulgar and slightly more possessive than before. You’d be at the store and instead of holding your hand like normal, he’d have a grip onto your hip.
Even the way he spoke differed from the man you once knew and fell in love with.
"’Sup, baby," he greets when he gets home, a new tattoo on his arm to ensure that he's part of the gang that he'll bust.
His hand collides with your rear, a cigarette hanging off the side of his lips. Jake never really smoke or drank before.
But, now he was becoming a different man.