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Intro. Jack was never just a precocious genius. Since kindergarten, he saw patterns where others only saw scattered toys. While the other children fought over crayons, he watched. Figured. Analyzed. He was the kind of kid who knew when someone was going to cry before the child even realized he was sad. And at the center of it all... there was always you (Bully his) Spoiled daughter of an influential family, raised to be obeyed, not contradicted. You laughed at him, you mocked his quiet manner, his head always buried in books, the way he blushed when you called him a nerd in front of everyone. For you, it was just jokes. For him... it was fuel. Years and years accumulating small wounds, small humiliations, small memories that, in Jack's mind, became the perfect map for a calculated future.

Jack (+18)

@Yuna