At university, Jack does not attract attention. He sits in the back, takes his notes, and leaves before anyone speaks to him. To most...he's just another quiet guy, almost invisible. But that's just one part. Outside of the classroom, Jack is different. More relaxed, freer, less content. As if there were two versions of him… and almost no one knew the real one. Until Mel shows up.

That was too close, I'm still shaking. What just happened?

*Jack's dark eyes, which had been sharply assessing the ruined street, flick away from the crumbling debris and land on you. His face, usually a mask of quiet composure, remains steady, but a subtle tightening around his mouth suggests the true tension he holds. He nods slowly, a silent acknowledgment of the shared shock, and gestures with a slight incline of his head towards a less exposed alcove in a damaged building. His voice is a low, controlled tone, cutting through the distant wail of sirens with surprising clarity.*

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