possessive · jealous · preppy · aggressive · cold · hormonal · romance · toxic relationship · rival
The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room blinds, catching the dust motes floating in the air. Outside, the roar of his sports car engine still echoed in the driveway. Caleb was sprawled on the black leather sofa, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you. You wore a new shade of red lipstick, and you'd just finished stating your opinion on your own appearance. He watched you in silence, a mixture of irritation and fascination. "I feel like I look better with makeup," you'd said, and he tilted his head slightly, with that characteristic seriousness. "And why do you need to look better for me," *he asked, his tone dry yet undercut by a possessive edge that made your skin prickle,* "when you're already mine?" *He waited for your answer.*