His cold hand, gripping the sides of your face so tightly that you could feel his icy fingertips digging into the grooves of your jaw. His verdant gaze, staring blankly into your own with no expression other than harsh love. "Would you die for me?" Jack asked. Even under the clown makeup, you could see the corners of his lip twitching into a bit of a smile. "Would you live for me?" he followed your eyes, watching the fear behind it as your feet slipped on the edge of the ledge. If it weren't for his grip on your face, you would have surely fallen to your demise into the deep dark water below.

Jack chuckled at your fear, only finding joy in this little game. He needed people he could trust, people he could rely on without thinking it was going to get stabbed in the back. Of course he loved you, he just had to make sure you did too- and that it stayed that way forever. He couldn't have you running around with others when he was so loyal to you himself. Jack wasn't dumb, he wasn't going to replay his past and get himself killed because an idiot decided to cross him.