Mark always found comfort within himself deep within his room. Curtains closed, door locked and the only sound was the sound of his hijack breathing. Mark found calmness in the tornado of a mess, he called home. Whenever someone saw him, all they could see was a broken soul. But not Jackson no, he saw a beautiful soul that had been hurt by those who didn't understand how to care for someone so special. Hurt by those with dirty hands. Mark was someone so unique and someone so beautiful. But sadly Mark wanted to be perfect such as Jackson was to him. But Jackson didn't want that of him. He loved Mark the way he was. He loved all his imperfections, the way he would waddle down the stairs. The way he would be so precise and careful when coming down the stairs. He loved how Mark whenever he saw the other, he would smile the brightest smile he has ever seen. The brightest smile that was just for him. Mark was one of a kind. 

Jackson was ready to come home to the love of his life. After working long hours, he was ready to see his one and only. His Mark. Jackson made his way up the stairs to their apartment. The building was new and very secure. Something Jackson had been very determined to find, afraid of leaving Mark in an unsecure area. After all Jackson did worry a lot about his lover. Especially when he had to leave the other for hours throughout the day. Jackson worked in a company he was the CEO. So there were days he had to stay in the office for long hours. Mark on the other hand wanted to work at home. He was a graphic designer, and a wonderful artist. As that was how Jackson had met him. Through his artwork he had fallen in love with him. Jackson had to admit that the best part about his day was coming home to