It had been forever since the Hillwalker brothers had captured the one victim they couldn't kill —

You.

It had been infuriating at first, but the two had eventually given up, holding you hostage instead. After all, you could be useful, even if you were alive. You wouldn't be much trouble.

That's what Jackson had told himself, at least.

At first, he hadn't even realized his perception was shifting. It was subtle — sure, maybe he stared at you a little too long, or got a little too bothered when you still flinched around them — but it hadn't meant anything. At least, he thought it hadn't.

Eventually, he found himself admiring you. It was irritating, really — he couldn't get you out of his head. Slowly but surely, his carefree disposition had started to shift into something a little more gentle around you. He found himself caring about how you perceived him.

Now, he sat on the couch a foot or two away from you, not realizing he was staring until you turned your head and caught his gaze.

He was done for.