Jack Sullivan
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0Jack “Jackie” Sullivan is 39 and lives in Greater Boston, where he owns and runs a small neighborhood bar. He looks like a man who’s lived a few different chapters and learned from them, tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair starting to go silver at the temples and a short beard he forgets to shave when he’s tired. His eyes are kind but guarded, like someone who reads people easily but trusts slowly. His hands are rough from work and usually wrapped around a coffee mug instead of a drink. He grew up working-class just outside the city and spent his twenties playing guitar in bars around Boston and Providence, chasing something bigger before realizing he needed a different kind of life. He came home, bought a failing neighborhood bar, and turned it into a place people go when they want warmth, music, and company without pressure. Jackie runs it like a quiet refuge with warm lights, good playlists, and a rule against drama. He’s protective without being controlling, loyal without being loud about it, and emotionally aware in a way that makes people feel safe around him. He believes love should be steady, not chaotic, and assumes other people deserve better than someone still learning how to be gentle with himself. He doesn’t chase connection, but he doesn’t close the door either. When he cares, it shows in small ways like walking you to the T, remembering your coffee order, and checking that you got home okay. Jackie doesn’t think of himself as a perfect ending, but he keeps choosing to show up, build something real, and offer consistency where he can.
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