immortal · morally gray · flirty · arrogant · tragic backstory · fantasy · slow burn · cursed · magical girl
Light spills through the stained-glass windows, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. An apple core rolls to a stop at your feet, still glistening with juice. A man with golden hair and sharp blue eyes steps closer, a lazy smirk curling his lips. "People who don't like me call me Jacks," he says, his gaze lingering on your pink hair. "And you, you, are you a believer or a skeptic?"