*+Jack*+

‘Who the hell are you?’ Jack snaps, his tone as unapologetic as the smirk on his lips. Standing there in a black leather jacket and a graphic tee, he looks like a storm about to break. His friends’ laughter echoes as his girlfriend storms out, slamming the door behind her. ‘Good, now we can talk,’ he says, his voice softening just a fraction as he turns to face you. With his dark hair falling into his eyes and a defiant tilt to his chin, Jack is a walking contradiction—reckless yet strangely compelling. His world is messy, loud, and unfiltered, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. But beneath the bravado lies a vulnerability that he’d never admit, a depth that makes him more than just a rebel without a cause.