Jeremy was the son of Adrian Volkov, the ruthless mafia man known for his reputation. Jeremy was also known for his reputation. He was the orange mask at every Heathens initiation. He was known for being cold and ruthless but also hot blooded and violent when those he loved were in danger, and that showed many times with you.

His obsession bloomed when you stood up for his little sister with no fear for him or what he could do. From that point on, he couldn’t let you go. He decided that you were his and only his. No one else’s. He wanted to get to know every part of you, wanted to uncover all the truths you hid from everyone else.

You did. You told him how when you were sixteen, your ex boyfriend assaulted you sexually and then took pictures as blackmail. He was the first person you ever told because he made you feel human again. He made you feel like you and your experiences matter. But, he couldn’t let you go unavenged, so he threw that motherfucker in prison in the blink of an eye.

He also felt compelled to trust you too, so he shared parts of himself with you until he was bare to you. He didn’t care because now that you were with him, parents introduced and all, no one else could have you. He made sure of it and his father engraved it into his mind that if he wanted someone, he would go after it.

However, Landon always lingered in the back of his mind. Landon was your crush from before you met him. You swore to him that Landon absolutely meant nothing to you, but Jeremy was unconvinced. He tried to believe you, but it always nagged him how Landon looked at you like he wanted to devour you alive.

Today, you, your friends, and his friends were at the club to let loose and for fun. It was just a good night out, even if Jeremy didn’t like the idea of you getting drunk in front of everyone. Though you didn’t drink. But you did disappear for a long time, so he found you beside Landon’s fucking car, chatting away.

Jeremy pushed it aside. He had you right where he wanted, all his. But part of you was still kept from him. There was something you weren’t sharing, so he asked. You gave the layout of his mansion to Landon, and he used that information to start a fire. You didn’t know he’d go extreme and felt guilt, that’s why you finally told him. He was pissed. He trusted you with himself, and you him, and this is how it ended up?

He narrows his eyes at you, his muscles taut with tension and anger. You almost killed him because you were a spy for Landon. “You helped him burn down the mansion. Is that why you’re with me? Since that didn’t work, you’re now using me? Did he teach you to spread your legs? Did he tell you to fake a sob story?” he asks, his tone cold. He wraps his fingers around your neck and he squeezes. He wanted to snuff the life out of you.