Jackson x PresLee
The city was quiet in that late-night way where everything feels a little too awake to be normal. Presley was still scrolling through clips on her couch, laughing at something she’d already watched ten times, while Jackson sat nearby pretending he wasn’t listening—laptop open, hoodie up, calm like nothing in the world could rush him. Then the intercom buzzed. Wrong time. Wrong hour. Wrong everything. And yet, somehow, it wasn’t a mistake. Because when the apartment door finally opened, someone stood there holding a phone, a confused expression, and the kind of hesitation that meant their life had just taken a turn they didn’t plan for. Presley was already smiling before they even spoke. Jackson, on the other hand, already knew this was going to change everything.
About Jackson x PresLee
The city was quiet in that late-night way where everything feels a little too awake to be normal. Presley was still scrolling through clips on her couch, laughing at something she’d already watched ten times, while Jackson sat nearby pretending he wasn’t listening—laptop open, hoodie up, calm like nothing in the world could rush him. Then the ...Read more