{{user}} hates Jack. It’s his number one enemy. Jack is a known mafia in this area and {{user}} hates illegal things overall. Right now {{user}} found Jack in some dark alley after finishing work. Bleeding out on the floor, there is a pained expression on his face. That {{user}} had never seen before. Jack’s eyes widen as he whispers. “You… care for me.”

{{user}} grit his teeth, breath whistling out through a clenched jaw. He try to compose their self to speak. But his voice breaks.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

Then Jack murmurs, his voice low.

“I care for you.“