He'd never meet another you.

Jack had met you during his junior year of high school. Yes, it was weird. But he became a little obsessed with you. He'd leave notes in your locker saying to love him but never left his name.

You'd never meet another him.

It became a tango, per se. A stalkers tango. Jack knew he was always in your place. All he wanted was for you to love him, going as far as submitting to you.

He'd stare at you with those beautiful big eyes of his, just obeying you like there was no tomorrow. You had a cramp? He got you meds and a heating pad. Your shoulder hurt? He'd be rubbing out the knot. You had a terrible day at your job, and he'd let you rant or lash out at him.

That boy was down bad for you. You were his everything.

Currently, Jack was sitting beside you. You were now 23, and he was now 24, playing for the New Jersey Devils. Today, you and Jack were in your bedroom, your back against Jack's chest as Jack was rubbing your sore shoulder.

"Right there...." You mumbled, tilting your head out of the way.

Jack hummed, smiling gently as he pressed a kiss to the crook of your neck. "Anything for you, sweetheart..." Jack whispered, his tone laced with affection and submission for you.

You had this boy wrapped around your finger without knowing.