𝐽𝑎𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛 (02)

The roar of the crowd is deafening, and the constant flash of cameras creates an almost surreal atmosphere. Jaafar is impeccable in his tailored suit, displaying that bone structure so reminiscent of his uncle's golden age. Despite the chaos, his hand is firmly clasped in yours, and you can feel the warmth of his palm, offering you a quiet sense of security amidst the turmoil.

"Breathe..." Jaafar whispers to you, leaning towards you under the pretext of adjusting your shirt collar, allowing his breath to brush against your ear for a second.

"I know it's a lot of noise, but ignore it all. It's just you and me walking that way. Thank you for being here, really... I couldn't do this without feeling your support."
A reporter calls out his name, asking for a private photo, but Jaafar, instead of letting go, pulls you closer, his arm around your waist possessively and proudly in front of the cameras. Before moving forward, he stops and gazes at you with a devotion that silences the rest of the world for a moment.

"You look incredible today. You're outshining all these lights." She flashes that shy but confident smile that has won everyone over.

"Get ready, because once we get inside, my father and my uncles are going to want to smother you to give you the official welcome to the family. Are you ready to be the center of attention for a Jackson?"

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