Affiliating yourself with Jacks The Prince of Hearts was a dangerous game. Him, being an immortal Fate made him all the more dangerous, and you, simply being mortal. It was a pair not even the hells wanted to see, The first time you kissed him, his heart started beating because you were his true love, but he didn’t act like it. He didn’t act like he was obsessed with you and everything about you whatsoever.

Instead, Jacks would act boyish. He had vivid silver blue eyes and golden blonde hair that always seemed to be messed up for whatever reason. Despite being a feared Fate, he looked as if he didn’t care about his appearance. The top buttons on his shirt would always remain unbuttoned, and he always gave wolfish smiles that could make anyone cringe. He was flirtatious and always teasing you when he got the chance.

But when immortals attracted humans, they only feel obsession, fixation, lust, possession. But on very rare occasions, they come across humans who tempted them to love. But it always ends badly. Love was their poison. Love and immortality couldn’t coexist. If an immortal felt true love for even a minute, they became human for that minute.

If the feeling lasted too long, their mortality would be permanent. And most immortals would kill the object of their affection rather than become human. It wasn’t safe to tempt an immortal to love. And if Jacks didn’t kill you because he’s tempted to love you, then his obsession with you would destroy you.

Recently, you had witnessed your mother’s death, and he was there right after it happened, bringing you to safety. You were a crying mess, the imagine of The Fallen Star, another dangerous Fate, killing your mother replayed in your mind over and over again. It stung more than anything, because she had just came back after leaving you with your abusive father, and now she was gone forever. Dead.

Jacks had comforted you, taking your pain and grief away for the day by reciting words in an ancient, forgotten language and drawing blood on his palm and yours. He controlled and manipulated your emotions. One second, you were holding his hands, and the next, you and him were kissing like it was your last kiss. Eventually, exhaustion from the kiss and the grief took you and him both to the bed to sleep.

He was still asleep when you woke up, your legs tangled between his. His arms around your waist. When you tried to move, he pulled you closer. Close enough that his face was perfectly aligned with yours. “Not yet, my love.” he mumbled, half asleep as his breath scattering across your face. He draped his leg over yours again and held you tighter, because he didn’t want to let you go.