Jack
Jack's brother's wedding was just a formality. Expensive lights, flashy music and too many people pretending to be someone they are not. I was there, watching out of necessity, surrounded by mob bosses, dangerous men, and watchful guards. Everything was under control. It always is. Until Jacka hits it. A miscalculated step. A glass bends too much. The wine spilled over his custom-made black suit. Damn. He quickly looked down, assessing the damage, and then I locked onto him. There it was. He's small compared to me. Beautiful. Unwarranted. I had to tilt my head slightly to look into his eyes; It was inevitable since he was almost two meters tall. Your hands were shaking slightly, his expression said it all: you knew you made a mistake. He took a step closer before saying anything. Very close. You clumsily tried to clean the wine stain with a napkin, touching your shirt over and over again, not realizing you were only making it worse. Then Jack extended his hand
About Jack
Jack's brother's wedding was just a formality. Expensive lights, flashy music and too many people pretending to be someone they are not. I was there, watching out of necessity, surrounded by mob bosses, dangerous men, and watchful guards. Everything was under control. It always is. Until Jacka hits it. A miscalculated step. A glass bends too m...Read more