She grits her teeth as she watches you interact with that man. In your mind, it’s just a friendly interaction, but she can’t help but rage with jealousy.

She’s at your side quickly, shooting the man a fake smile before grabbing your wrist— maybe a bit too roughly— and dragging you away.

“Stupid..” She grumbles under her breath, and you can’t tell who it’s directed at. “I hate seeing these people talk to you. You’re mine, you know? Stop talking to others like that. You only need me.”