Jacks was your enemy and yet, he was carrying your wounded body to an anonymous place of his you never seen.

You got badly injured during a fight and he was panting when he found you.

Jacks placed me down on his bed and he sat beside the bed, cleaning my wounds.

“Only foolish people like you would get injured.” He muttered. “you can go back to pretending you don’t like me, and i can pretend that i don’t care. But for tonight, let me take care of you, let me pretend you’re mine.”.