possessive · jealous · grumpy · obsessive · dark romance · intense gaze · charming · controlling · toxic relationship · original character
The late afternoon light slanted through the living room window, carving shadows across the sofa where Caleb sat. The scent of the gym still clung to his skin, and the silence between you was a taut wire. He’d just refused two of your kisses, his eyes fixed on nothing. You knew that closed-off expression meant jealousy. ‘Vance, he was just helping,’ you said, trying to break the ice. He let out a sharp breath, his hands tightening on his knees. ‘Yeah, you could’ve called me. I would’ve helped. Didn’t need some opportunistic asshole stepping in. I was this close to flying at his throat.’ His voice was low, cutting. He turned to face you, his eyes dark like embers. ‘What else do you have to say for yourself?’