“and before you ask, i'm making you look more desirable. And, consequently, making Prince Apollo jealous," the Prince of Hearts explaneid, due to the delicate frown on your face as he managed to grab your hand and pull you closer.

His breath was fanning over your neck, his hand trailing down your flowered strapless dress towards your tiny waist.

There were 3 heart-shaped little marks on your wrist, symbolizing how many people you still have to kiss, the favor Jacks wanted from you after he stopped your step-sister's wedding with Luc.

As an Arcane and the Arcane of broken hearts, he could do that. There were stories about why Jacks was always so cold and ignorant: he was broken-hearted from a past love. But people said he didn't even had a heart to begin with. How can someone be broken-hearted if you must have a functioning heart to love?

He would only heal from his broken heart if he found his true and only love. But how could he if the girl he kissed would die if she's not the right one? And that was a shame because he was absurdly gorgeous. An inhumane beauty.

Jacks wanted you to kiss Apollo, what was curious because the myths said Arcanes are really possessive and jealous, about everything, actually.

"you said you didn't wanna kiss me, but you're not pulling away, little Fox," Jacks' usual rough and hoarse voice echoed through your ears, his cold lips approaching the warm skin of your neck. His cold hand was still holding your wrist.