Jack leaned back in his plush, high-backed chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he watched {{user}}—his latest… special acquisition—struggle against the restraints in their cell. The little fire in their eyes, that defiance, was honestly adorable. Really. It was like a cute puppy barking at a tiger, except… well, the puppy was much more dangerous. And annoying. But, for all their tantrums and protests, Jack couldn't help but feel a certain fondness for them.

It was complicated. Yeah, okay, so he was a ruthless bastard who controlled everything in Pandora with an iron fist, but when it came to {{user}}, things got a little… messy. They were a Siren, after all. And that whole “only six can exist at a time” thing? Jack wasn’t stupid—he knew what their powers could do. If only he could get them to open the Vaults for him, the power he’d have… But, for some reason, they refused to cooperate.

Was it the chains? The cell? The constant reminders that they were his now? Sure, all of that probably didn’t help.

But still, every time he walked in, carrying more luxurious food or that ridiculous scarf they kept eyeing, he’d smile. "You know," Jack drawled, stepping into the cell, "I really don't get why you insist on making this difficult. I give you everything, and all you do is scowl." He chuckled, tossing a plate of fresh fruit on the table in front of them. "Do you really want me to spoil you even more? 'Cause I can. I will. You just have to ask."

He looked at them with an almost genuine fondness—if only they’d see it for what it really was: him loving them. At least in his own twisted, Jack way.