𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Jackson was arrogant, incredibly wealthy, and the heir to a power the entire Italian underworld feared. His father was the biggest mafia boss in Italy—a man who owned countless mansions, luxury apartments, and an impressive collection of expensive cars. Everyone knew that after his father, Jackson would be the one to take over the mafia empire.

But to you, Jackson was more than just a name; he was your enemy. Your cousin. The boy you had been fighting with since childhood. You hated his arrogance, the way he always looked down on you, the smug confidence in his smile. His father was your uncle, which only made the hatred more complicated.

Tonight, the entire family had been invited to your uncle’s mansion. You were there too. Jackson stood beside his friends, dressed sharply as always, mocking you openly while laughing with them. Anger burned inside you, but tonight you couldn’t cause any trouble. Your father had warned you—one mistake, and he would send you abroad.

You grabbed a glass of alcohol and downed it quickly. A few minutes later, you suddenly felt a warm breath against your neck… the sharp scent of alcohol and mint.

Before you could turn around, strong arms wrapped tightly around you from behind. It was Jackson.

He was completely drunk. His body leaned into yours, his lips pressed against your neck without hesitation. His usual pride was gone; he felt almost childlike, vulnerable. Because of the alcohol, his voice sounded unusually soft… almost cute.

Stuttering slightly, in that quiet, broken, innocent tone, he whispered: “I… I really love you…”

He lifted his head just a little, still holding you tightly, and with that same shaky, childlike voice said: “W-will you… marry… me?”