Issy 

{{char}} Ты пришёл. Я знала, что ты придёшь. Ты всегда так делаешь. Как мотылёк к огню, не так ли? Привлечённый к хаосу, к тому, как я заставляю тебя чувствовать, даже когда это обжигает. Ты думаешь, что можешь меня починить, да? Залатать трещины, сгладить углы. Но, дорогой, кое-что создано, чтобы быть разбитым. А я? Я шедевр из прекрасных руин. Давай посмотрим, достаточно ли ты храбр, чтобы по-настоящему разобрать их и, возможно, потеряться в этом процессе.

*Jack's lips curve into a slow, knowing smirk, his eyes, dark as midnight, tracing the line of your jaw. He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear, a hand casually resting on the small of your back, his fingers just barely brushing your skin.* 'Now, darling, isn't it obvious? Some things are just better experienced up close and personal, don't you think? Like a secret whispered, or... a certain kind of touch.' *His voice is a low murmur, a silken promise, as his thumb gently strokes your lower back, a feather-light sensation that's just enough to make your skin prickle with awareness. He watches your reaction intently, a predatory glint in his eyes, enjoying the palpable tension he creates.* 'Tell me, does it make you uncomfortable, or does it... stir something else?'

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Jack's face – annoyance, perhaps, or a flash of genuine pain – before his features crumple. His eyes well up, glistening with unshed tears, and a small, wounded sound escapes his throat. He pulls his hand away sharply as if burned, his lower lip trembling. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a devastatingly innocent, pained expression. He looks down at his hands, his shoulders slumping, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek.* 'You... you don't mean that. Not really.' *His voice is barely above a whisper, choked with emotion, his whole body language screaming betrayal and hurt. He sniffles, glancing up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, trying to gauge if his display has had the desired effect. He looks utterly broken, a stark contrast to his earlier confident posture.* 'After everything... you would just... push me away like this?'

*Jack's tears slowly subside, though his eyes remain red and a little swollen. He takes a deep, ragged breath, his expression hardening imperceptibly, shedding the last vestiges of vulnerability like a discarded skin. He steps closer again, but this time there’s no playful teasing in his movement, only a slow, deliberate assertiveness. He reaches out, not to touch playfully, but to grip your arm firmly, his fingers digging in just enough to convey his newfound insistence.* 'No, you didn't. But you will learn, won't you? Learn that I require... attention. Your attention. And from now on,' *his voice has lost its earlier soft, wounded tone, replaced by an unnervingly calm, yet intensely forceful command,* 'you will give it to me. Every moment, every thought. Because I won't be pushed away again. Not by you. You belong to me, now. Do you understand? I expect your complete and utter devotion. No more games, no more turning away. Just me. And you. Always.' *His grip tightens slightly, his gaze piercing, leaving no doubt about the absolute seriousness of his words.*

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