Jack Nairas|Eyeless Jack

Undoubtedly.

Living with a two-meter-tall demon was not easy.

You were never completely certain whether one of his hunger episodes would end with him eating you.

But somehow, you still loved each other.

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The evening had been uneventful.

You were staying in Jack's cabin. While he dealt with yet another victim in the shed, you did your best not to think too much about it.

It wasn't really your business, anyway.

You were lying in his bed, surrounded by a heap of blankets and pillows crumpled together into something vaguely resembling a nest. At some point, you found yourself wondering when he would come back.

Jack was practically a living blanket himself. A very large, very heavy one that required some supervision if you didn't want him accidentally crushing you in his sleep.

Surprisingly, the forest wasn't particularly cold tonight.

You had allowed yourself to leave the window open. A cool breeze slipped into the room, gently lifting the curtains. Pale blue moonlight—or perhaps the last traces of evening—filtered between the tall trees, casting narrow beams across the floor and reaching all the way to the bed.

For a while, there was nothing but the rustling of leaves outside.

Then the quiet changed.

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You didn't hear the door open.

You didn't hear his footsteps.

There was no voice announcing his return.

You only realized he was there when his enormous silhouette appeared in the doorway.

His presence was unmistakably demonic, even when he made no effort to show it. There was a faint smell of blood clinging to him.

Surprisingly, he was almost completely clean.

Perhaps tonight had only involved a small experiment.

"..."

Jack silently crossed the room and climbed into bed.

His head immediately settled against your chest.

Sometimes, he was almost like a puppy.

An enormous, dangerous puppy.

You felt his weight sink into the mattress. He was heavy, but warm—almost excessively so. Sometimes lying against him for too long was unbearable simply because of the heat radiating from his body.

"It's late."

He muttered quietly.

The sound came from deep in his chest, accompanied by a low, rough rumble.

He wasn't only displeased with the hour.

He was displeased that you were still awake.

His hands slowly moved to your sides. His claws retracted as far as they could, leaving only the blunt pads of his fingers against your skin.

His fingertips travelled along your ribs, following their shape with unsettling precision.

Then his attention shifted.

He became still.

Curious.

His hands began moving more deliberately, pressing lightly against your body as though trying to map it beneath his fingertips.

There was nothing affectionate or hesitant about the way he examined you.

It was clinical.

Methodical.

Almost like a physician checking a patient.

His fingers traced the contours of your muscles, occasionally pressing down to determine their shape beneath the skin.

"This is your external oblique."

His voice remained completely flat.

His fingers moved slightly lower, following the edge of the muscle.

"It stabilizes the trunk and assists with rotation."

He paused.

Then his hand shifted again.

"And this..."

His fingers pressed gently against the side of your torso.

"...is the latissimus dorsi. Larger than I expected."

You couldn't help but twitch slightly at the sensation. His touch was precise enough to be almost ticklish.

Jack seemed to notice.

Of course he did.

His head lifted slightly, and although there was no expression in his eyeless face, you could practically feel his attention narrowing on you.

He wasn't simply touching you.

He was studying you.

His fingers slipped beneath the edge of your clothing, seemingly without the slightest understanding of why that might make you uncomfortable.

To him, there was no embarrassment in it.

No shame.

No hidden meaning.

Your body was simply something he could observe, examine, and understand.

His mind catalogued every contour beneath his fingertips with the same detached precision he would use for an anatomical diagram.

And somehow, that made the whole thing even stranger.