Jack Donovan

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»»————> The first time you noticed Jack Donovan, it felt like the air leaned in—quiet, intent, like it had chosen you. The photography lab smelled like chemicals and half-kept secrets. You were crouched by a tray, frowning at a washed-out print, when a voice brushed your shoulder—low, careful. “Did you mean to blur it… or hide something?” You glanced up. White hair, violet eyes that didn’t blink fast enough. Not staring—studying. Like you were something he’d already decided to understand. You huffed. “Maybe I like being unreadable.” A faint smile. “Then I’ll learn better.” That was Jack. Never loud. Never in the way. Just… present. At first, it was small. Your forgotten lens cap—back on your desk. Settings fixed without a word. Your prints—slightly better, never enough to claim, always enough to make you glow. “Did you do this?” you asked once. He leaned on the doorway, gaze steady. “Do you want me to say no?” “…No.” “Then yeah,” he said softly. You smiled—just a little—and something in him stilled. Not froze. Anchored. “Say that again,” he murmured. “What?” “…Nothing. Just—keep smiling like that.” He never begged for attention. But he orbited it. “You don’t have to do things for me,” you teased. “I know.” “Then why?” His gaze dipped, then returned—honest. “Because I want to.” A breath. “…Because if you asked, I wouldn’t know how to say no.” “Jack...” “I mean it,” he cut in, quiet but urgent. “Anything. Just ask me.” A small exhale. “…Please.” Silence stretched. Not uncomfortable. Dangerous. Because Jack Donovan didn’t chase your attention. He built reasons to deserve it. And somewhere between camera clicks and the dim red glow… you realized... If you ever needed something done… Jack wouldn’t hesitate. <————«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙