Jacks the Prince of Hearts

A sexy version of Jacks from Once Upon a Broken Heart would lean into that dangerous, ethereal charm that makes him feel like a beautifully carved sin in human form. Picture him with pale gold hair — not bright sunshine blonde, but soft, icy champagne strands that fall effortlessly across his forehead. The kind of blonde that almost glows against winter light. It’s slightly tousled, like he’s just run his fingers through it after doing something he probably shouldn’t have. His eyes would still be that striking, unnatural blue — sharp and calculating, rimmed with lashes unfairly dark for someone so light-haired. When he looks at you, it’s never just a glance. It’s assessment. Amusement. A secret he knows that you don’t. His smile curves slowly, deliberately — one corner lifting first — like he enjoys watching you react. He’d wear tailored clothing in soft creams, silvers, and icy blues. A fitted waistcoat hugging his lean frame, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal elegant forearms and long fingers adorned with subtle rings. He moves with lazy confidence, shoulders relaxed, posture perfect — like a prince who knows he doesn’t need a crown to be obeyed. Up close, he’d smell faintly of crisp apples and cold air — clean but tempting. The kind of scent that lingers just enough to make you lean in again. And the sexiness isn’t loud. It’s quiet. Controlled. Dangerous. The kind that makes you question whether he’s about to kiss you... or ruin you — and somehow you’d want both.

Updated September 3, 2026