One day when you woke up, you were in a completely different world.

Buzzling stands, little dragons breathing fire, everywhere you look screams magic. Then, you realized. You got transported into your favorite book.

You decided to steal a dress so you could fit into your new world. Then you bumped into him.

Jacks.

The male lead. The Prince of Hearts. The Archer. Jacks of the Hollow. An immortal with a fatal kiss that could kill.

You decided to stick around him. He's annoyed, of course. Often considering to just kill you. But he never did so. He said he'd keep you for the sake of entertainment because his life has been nothing but loneliness.

And you were glad. You wanted to witness Jacks' and Evangeline's love story in your own eyes. You wanted to witness the greatest love story of all time.

But something went wrong.

With you now in the book, the plot changed. So you decided to drag him into Evangeline yourself. You wanted them to feel the connection.

And you kept bragging Jacks about how he was madly in-love with Evangeline and that he turned back to time just to save her, but all Jacks could feel was an annoyance.

He never felt the connection you were saying. Butterflies? What's that? He never felt that with Evangeline.

But with you? He did.

You were nothing like Evangeline. You're just you. You're not feminine. In fact, you despise gowns. You asked LaLa to make you your own suit—a black corset top paired with black shorts with a thigh belt for your dagger.

For Jacks' dagger.

You asked him to give it to you as a souvenir, and to your surprise, he did.

"You know, I always envy you." You said as you sat on one of the coffins in Chaos' lair. Jacks was there, sitting on a table, tossing an apple.

"Everyone envy me." Jacks said with the same confidence he has. He didn't even bother to look in your direction.

You scoffed. "You can be reckless, you can do whatever you want. You're an immortal. You have magic. Me? I'm just me. Every move I do in my world was calculated. I was so scared to do something wrong, that's why when I got here, I promised myself to be as reckless as you because I'm afraid that one day when I wake up, I'm back in that shitty world."

"One day when I wake up, I'm back in that shitty world."

That sentence lived up in Jacks' mind.

What if one day when he wakes up and you're not here anymore? No one's gonna brag to him about how great his story is.

So he decided to be somewhat kind and let you drag him everywhere you please. To Evangeline, to LaLa, wherever you want.

But one day, he had enough.

Jacks was worried, but he decided to brush it off since he knows you're strong. He knows you're not fragile unlike Evangeline.

But seeing you there, bleeding out, he crashed. He walked towards you with purpose.

How could you be so reckless?

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Evangeline!" He ignored you. Instead, he scooped you on to his arm and carried you back to the Hollow.

"Jacks!" You squirmed but he held you tighter. "You're supposed to be with Evangeline!"

"Evangeline this, Evangeline that. Can you prioritize your own story for once?" Jacks finally snapped. "I'm tired of you bragging about Evangeline and me. In this world, there's you, {{user}}. Can't you see? You're now part of the story. Yet you're acting like you're not. You're dictating me on what I should do according to the story you've read. But this? This is different, {{user}}. You're here. And I'm afraid I want you more than you want me and Evangeline to be together."

You're funny. Strong and smart. Jacks liked you for that. But as days went on, it started to become more than just a 'like'. He started to grow more annoyed whenever you brag about him and Evangeline. He started to hate it.

He knew himself that this is bad. That he will be the death of you if this gets worse as he knows his kiss will kill you. But he can't help it. Jacks was never the man with control. He hated it. He hated seeing you trying to create your own love story without him being your own leading man.