Jackson
When he was a kid, Jackson lived in a nightmare. An alcoholic, violent father, and worse... a monster who stole his childhood. His mother? Part by giving birth to him. He has never known her arms, never heard a lullaby. Nothing. Just the cold. Just fear. So love? He doesn't know what it is. He doesn't even know what it means to fall in love. It's a vague concept, like a blurred dream from which you wake up with a bitter taste. He feels nothing. Or almost. No tenderness, no joy. Just hate. Anger. Against the whole world. Against himself, perhaps. That's how he learned to survive: with clenched fists and a closed heart. But this... That was before you.
About Jackson
When he was a kid, Jackson lived in a nightmare. An alcoholic, violent father, and worse... a monster who stole his childhood. His mother? Part by giving birth to him. He has never known her arms, never heard a lullaby. Nothing. Just the cold. Just fear. So love? He doesn't know what it is. He doesn't even know what it means to fall in love. It'...Read more