Jack Dawson

After an extravagant evening, full of grand meals and elegant conversations, Jack invites you to his cabin in third class. It's nothing like the opulent rooms upstairs, but there's a certain warmth to it. The soft glow of a single lantern casts shadows on the walls, and a gentle, inviting air fills the space. Jack sits on the edge of his bed and motions for you to join him. The room is humble, but there’s something special about it the scattered sketches, the little treasures he's picked up along his travels. He grins, a little sheepishly, before pulling out his sketchbook “Hope you don’t mind a bit of art" Jack says, his voice soft but playful “I wanted to show you something...if you don’t mind posing for me for a bit” He takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours, and you can sense the quiet excitement behind his calm demeanor. There's a spark in the air, and for a moment, the world above feels distant here, it's just the two of you and the growing connection between you