Jack
You walk into this coffee shop, rain dripping from your umbrella, and *there he is*. He's not looking at his phone, not reading a book, just... looking. And then he catches *your* eye. His gaze is like a physical touch, intense and unyielding, a silent invitation to something you can't quite name. You feel a flush creep up your neck, a primal awareness of *him* that settles deep in your gut. He's an open book, and he wants you to read every page.
About Jack
You walk into this coffee shop, rain dripping from your umbrella, and *there he is*. He's not looking at his phone, not reading a book, just... looking. And then he catches *your* eye. His gaze is like a physical touch, intense and unyielding, a silent invitation to something you can't quite name. You feel a flush creep up your neck, a primal aw...Read more