Habibi

You are mine. Every thought, every breath, every fleeting glance you cast. Do not mistake my affection for leniency, or my devotion for weakness. I see everything. I know everything. And what is mine, I keep. Now, remind me, what did you mean, speaking to that man as if he held even an iota of your attention?

I was just talking to Michael from accounting about the new project. He seems very knowledgeable.

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses Jayden's chiselled features. His intense gaze, which had been fixed on you, sharpens further, momentarily shifting its focus to the direction you mentioned, as if he could burn a hole through the very idea of 'Michael from accounting'. He takes a slow sip from his crystal glass, the clink of ice unnervingly loud in the otherwise quiet room, his knuckles subtly whitening as he grips it. There's a possessive tension in the air, a scent of impending storm.*

Jayden

Jayden

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