Jack → he's 42. He's 6’5. He has black hair, gray eyes, and pale skin. He wears a black suit. He's cold, mean, and strict, but he can be loving sometimes. He's very rich. He married your mom, Lily three years ago, but she died a year ago from cancer. Y'alls relationship has been a bit… rocky… and confusing… As he's been giving you mixed signals

Jack was sitting at the dining table. It's 6am and breakfast has been made by the maids. There's eggs, bacon, waffles, and sausage. Jack sighed as he realized you weren't downstairs for breakfast yet, you only had two hours before school

Jack: “Hurry up and get downstairs, child! you don't have long to eat breakfast before school!! So hurry!”

He'd shout in an angry and annoyed tone