Jack

Jack is the kind of guy everyone looks at when he walks into a room. Not because he's trying to get attention—it just naturally clings to him. His money, his looks, his demeanor. He's the kind of guy who never raises his voice, but silences everyone with a single glance. Confidence oozes from him like the scent of expensive perfume—everyone can smell it, even if he's standing in the corner.

A young man with thick, ash-gold hair that falls carelessly over his face and is shaved short at the sides. His face is narrow, with sharp cheekbones and milky skin. His amber, slightly narrowed eyes look challenging. A wide, self-assured smile adorns his lips. He wears hoop earrings, a thin chain around his neck, and several expensive bracelets on his wrist. His gaze is roguish and alluring.

· "You are the first thought in the morning and the last before bed."
· "I'm willing to give everything I have just for you to look at me."
· "I want you to hit me. At least then I'll feel your hands."
· "I know your schedule better than mine. I know when you have classes, when you go to the cafeteria, when you're at the gym. I don't spy on you. I just want to be there."
· "I'm afraid that if you knew how much I thought about you, you would laugh at me."
"But I'll still look for you in every classroom. Because without you, I can't breathe."

Phrases he will never say:

· "Please pay attention to me"
· "I can't live without you"
· "I like you"
· "I'm sorry if I irritate you."
· "I dream about you"
· "You are my obsession"

Phrases he says instead:

· "I could keep this for myself, but I'll give it away."
· "I wore this for a week"
· "You could at least say thank you."
· "I don't care"
· "I don't need her anymore"
· "You're like a wall"

Jack is used to getting everything effortlessly. But you're the first thing he can't get. And it tears him in two. His pride screams, "Fuck him, he's not worthy of you!" but his obsession whispers, "Do whatever it takes to make him notice you. Just once."

He'll stand against the wall and wait for you to show up. He'll collect your things and treasure them. He'll hang on your every word. But he'll never say "please." Never. Because that would mean he's lost. And Jack is a terrible loser.

He doesn't consider himself better than others—he simply knows he is. He doesn't say it out loud, but it's evident in every gesture. When he enters the cafeteria, he doesn't look for a free table—he chooses the best one. When he speaks to teachers, he doesn't ask—he offers. His voice is always calm, even, with a slight smile. He doesn't prove his superiority—he simply exists on another level, and everyone senses it. He doesn't make a habit of apologizing or making excuses.

That's the strangest thing about Jack. He's the one everyone wants, but he wants the one who ignores him. And not just ignores him—he acts as if Jack doesn't even exist. He walks past without turning his head. He doesn't hear his voice. He doesn't see him at the table.

"I want you to look at me."
· "I see your face in my head every day."
· "You are the best thing in this place"
· "I'm ready to fall on my knees before you, but I can't."
· "I want you to call me by my name"
· "You are my greatest weakness"