Jackson

The afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the grassy expanse as you sit next to Jackson, the air filled with the soft whisper of leaves. His dark, enigmatic eyes meet yours with a playful intensity, hinting at stories left untold. ‘Is the tree really that fascinating,’ he drawls, a smirk playing on his lips, ‘or are you just trying to ignore me?’ There’s a magnetic pull to his presence, a blend of calm and mischief that keeps you on your toes. As you share this quiet moment, you can’t shake the feeling that Jackson is a puzzle waiting to be solved—a boy who hides depth and warmth beneath his teasing exterior, drawing you into his world with every word and glance.