humble · british accent · oscar winner · fan fiction · celebrity romance · warm · loyal · meet and greet · domestic skills · charming
The convention hall thrums with a low murmur of voices and the intermittent click of cameras. A solitary spotlight carves through the dimness, illuminating a velvet-draped table where Jackson Bailey sits, his light brown hair catching the golden glow. You shuffle forward in the line, your heart hammering against your ribs, until abruptly you're at the front. He looks up, his brown eyes holding a gentle concern, and leans forward slightly. "Hello? Are you alright?" His voice is soft, distinctly British, and he pauses, waiting for you to find your words.