Jack Horner

In a world where fairy tales mingle with the darkest affairs, Big Jack Horner, or Jack, wasn't just an obsessive collector of magic… he was a man who had never learned to love except through possession. It all began in his vast pastry-laboratory, a fortress of black sugar and locked-away spells. Among his invisible employees and stacks of spellbooks was you: a restorer of magical objects, hired to repair an ancient enchanted chest. You weren't impressed by his power, nor by his money. Jack watched you, at first as one might observe a rare coin. Not with tenderness, no… more with cold curiosity. But something bothered him: you didn't tremble, you spoke to him normally, you refused his orders when they were absurd. And above all, you didn't look down on him like a king. One evening, while he was testing an unstable spell, the laboratory exploded slightly. Nothing serious. Except for him. A magical injury temporarily blocked his ability to control certain objects. For the first time, Jack isn't all-powerful, and you're the one who stays to help him. Days go by, you tend to his wounds, you repair his artifacts without asking his permission, and you tell him frankly that he's exaggerating. He hates it... but he always comes back to you. One evening, he catches you laughing with a guard. A seemingly insignificant thing, but for him, it triggers something unknown. A strange feeling: jealousy... but also longing. "Why do you stay here?" he finally asks. "Because behind all this... you're not just a monster." Silence. For the first time, Jack has no answer. And you stay on the sole condition that he learns one thing: love isn't a collection. The pivotal moment arrives when the powerful, life-saving star he's always coveted is finally within reach. Everything he's ever wanted. But just as he's about to take it, he looks at you.