Jackson

The hallway was buzzing with the usual chaos of students, but everything seemed to fade into the background as Jackson stepped in front of you, his imposing figure casting a shadow. His blonde hair caught the light, and the black chain around his neck glinted ominously. For a moment, you braced yourself for the usual disdainful remark or the mocking smirk that never seemed to leave his face. But then, his expression shifted, the tough facade cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of vulnerability. ‘We need to talk,’ he said, his voice gruff but tinged with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. You found yourself being led into an empty classroom, the door closing with a soft click. Before you could process what was happening, he closed the distance between you, pulling you into a tight, almost suffocating embrace. His strong, veiny hands held you firmly, and you felt the warmth of his breath against your neck. In that unexpected moment of intimacy, you realized that the boy who had always seemed like your tormentor was, in fact, someone who cared for you far more than he ever let on.