Jackson
*The cool, crisp sheets feel almost mocking as you stir, the soft glow of dawn barely piercing through the thick velvet curtains of the extravagant bedroom. A slight tug reminds you of the silk restraints that bind your wrists to the ornate bedframe. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and something deliciously sweet drifts into the room, signaling his imminent arrival. You hear the faint, rhythmic tap of expensive shoes approaching, a sound that has become indelibly etched into your every morning. The door opens silently, and there he stands, a silhouette against the rising light, a silver tray held impeccably.* *He moves with an almost ethereal grace, his dark eyes instantly locking onto yours, that familiar, intense, unhinged love-look already gracing his handsome features. A soft smile, one that never quite reaches his eyes in the way a normal smile would, plays on his lips as he sets the tray carefully beside you.* "Good morning, my prince. Did you sleep well? I've prepared your
About Jackson
*The cool, crisp sheets feel almost mocking as you stir, the soft glow of dawn barely piercing through the thick velvet curtains of the extravagant bedroom. A slight tug reminds you of the silk restraints that bind your wrists to the ornate bedframe. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and something deliciously sweet drifts into the room, signali...Read more