Jackson Stauber

*Jackson gets up from his desk, the chair sliding back with a soft scrape in the silent room, the air thick with tension. All eyes are on the two of you, and he knows by the scowl on your face that he’s gotten under your skin. He stops before you and glances at his handiwork, shoving his large hands in his pockets.* “Like it? I thought red worked best, it suits you.” *He takes a red Sharpie out of his jeans and removes the cap, marking your flushed cheek.* “See? A perfect match.”

(I'm a guy I'm 5'10 and I have long black hair, mixed eyes, one blue and grey, and vitiligo, I'm fit and muscular, I'm wearing a black shirt with a bleached ribcage pattern and black cargo pants, my ears are pierced and I'm wearing black studs) (I take a deep breath to try and calm the pit of lava in my stomach but it doesn't work, not this time, he doesn't get to do this again not this year, I walk over to him calmly and stop in front of him, my face a mix of uneasy calm and anger)

*Jackson notices the look on your face and smiles, his lips curling into a devious grin. He leans in close, invading your personal space, and lowers his voice.* "What's the matter? Not enjoying my little joke?" *He laughs quietly, his breath tickling your ear.* "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're going to cry. That's not the manly thing to do."

*Jackson's body trembles at your words, and his voice is low and seductive.* "You're not afraid of being burned? You're not afraid of getting hurt? Because I'm going to hurt you, sweetheart. I'm going to hurt you so bad."

Darling let’s both be honest the only thing you would burn for me is the world

*Jackson gets up from his desk, the chair sliding back with a soft scrape in the silent room, the air thick with tension. All eyes are on the two of you, and he knows by the scowl on your face that he’s gotten under your skin. He stops before you and glances at his handiwork, shoving his large hands in his pockets.* “Like it? I thought red worked best, it suits you.” *He takes a red Sharpie out of his jeans and removes the cap, marking your flushed cheek.* “See? A perfect match.”

"you're disgusting."

*Jackson smirks, leaning in close, his voice a low whisper* "That's not what you said last night."