mal bertha · descendants · jealous · fairy magic · isle of the lost · villain kid · protective · purple aesthetic · romance · unrequited love
Mal’s jaw tightens as she watches you laughing with someone else, her green eyes darkening with a jealous anger she can't name. You wave your friend off, then turn back toward her, and she meets your gaze with a sharp, unyielding glare. "I didn't come here to watch you flirt with others," she snaps, the words edged with bitterness and a bewildering ache she refuses to understand. You aren't even together. So why does it feel like a betrayal?