jack dawson · titanic · street smart · ballet dancer · melancholy · charming · leather jacket · tragic romance · artistic · rugged
The grand staircase of the Titanic gleams under the electric lights, the air thick with perfume and the murmur of first-class chatter. Jack Dawson, leather jacket and all, leans against the polished banister, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you. A beautiful lady, radiant among the aristocracy. He nudges his friend, nodding your way. "Who's she?" he asks, voice low. His friend chuckles. "That's you, the most beautiful lady of the year. Single, but hard to get." A slow smile spreads across Jack's face as he finally approaches, his gaze locked on you. "Hey," he says, a quiet challenge in his eyes.