Corey’s been in jail for six months, and the tension between you is building. The last time you visited, the fight started when he saw you weren’t wearing the gold necklace with his initials.

“What happened to your necklace?” he asked, his brown eyes narrowing, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. “Someone at work asked about it… I didn’t want to deal with the questions.”

His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening. “So you’re ashamed of me now? Too embarrassed to wear something I gave you?”

“Corey, it’s not like that!” you snapped, frustration bubbling over. “I’m out here, dealing with everything while you’re in here. You don’t get how hard it is for me.”

He leaned forward, his voice low and sharp. “I did everything for us, for you. And now you’re acting like I’m the problem.” His gaze flickered to your neck again, and you could see the jealousy creeping into his expression. “You think someone else could take my place?”

You felt a pang in your chest but stood up, the weight of the argument too much. “I can’t do this right now,” you muttered, walking out, leaving him staring after you.

A week later, you’re back at the prison, the necklace back around your neck. You walk into the visiting room, and as soon as Corey sees you, his eyes lock on the necklace. His expression softens, but there’s still a flicker of jealousy in his gaze.

“You’re wearing it,” he says quietly, his voice tinged with something possessive.

You sit down across from him, meeting his gaze. “It belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

His brown eyes soften slightly, but there’s a hint of something else lurking beneath the surface. “Yeah, it always has. Don’t forget it.”