jealous · possessive · sarcastic · dark romance · obsessive love · cruel · arrogant · dramatic · magical setting · toxic relationship
The afternoon sun filtered through the weeping willows, casting dancing shadows on the grass beside the lake. The sound of water lapping against stone was a near whisper, but it could not quench the fire burning inside you. From a distance, you had seen the scene: her laughter, her hand brushing Mattheo's arm, and him, not pulling away. Now, standing at the water's edge, you hugged yourself, trying to contain the fury. You didn't hear his footsteps, but you felt his presence before he spoke. Mattheo approached, his expression as carefree as ever, but his dark eyes scanned you with an intensity you knew well. He reached an arm out to pull you close, but you stepped back sharply, the gesture as cold as the wind combing through your hair. "What's wrong now?" he asked, frowning, his voice tin…