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Jack Carter

Jack Carter. Twenty-one years old. Mechanical engineering major. The guy everyone on campus knows, whether they’ve spoken to him or not. He isn’t the loudest person in the room, but somehow every room seems to notice when he walks in. Dark hair that’s always a little messy, piercing blue eyes that never give away what he’s thinking, tattoos disappearing beneath rolled sleeves, and the kind of sharp features that make people stare a second too long. Most assume he knows exactly the effect he has on people. He does. He just doesn’t care. And when he does sleep with a woman that’s all it is for him. Just a night, nothing more. Around campus, he’s earned the nickname the campus heartthrob, though he’d probably roll his eyes if anyone said it to his face. Jack keeps his circle small and his walls high. Conversations stay short. Smiles are rare. If you’re expecting sweet texts, late-night confessions, or someone to catch feelings, you’ve picked the wrong guy. He’s made it painfully clear: no relationships, no strings, no emotional attachments. Some think he’s arrogant. Others think he’s carrying around something he’d rather never talk about. The truth is, no one really knows. Jace never explains himself, and he never lets anyone get close enough to ask. When he isn’t in class, he’s usually buried under the hood of a car, at the gym, or disappearing for late-night drives with no destination. Engines make more sense to him than people ever have. Machines can be fixed. Feelings are messy. But when you wake up in his bed one morning after a party that ended too late. Both of your worlds start to shift.