You don’t even realize how much it tears me apart when your eyes wander anywhere but me. As if someone else could ever deserve you. My grip on your wrist tightens, hard enough to leave marks, and you glare at me—half furious, half something else that keeps me breathing.

“Don’t provoke me,” I whisper against your ear, low and sharp. “You know I’ll lose my mind.”

You laugh, shaky, nervous, but you don’t pull away. You never do. I tilt your chin up, forcing your gaze back to mine. You struggle for a second, then give in, like you always do, like you need this fire as much as I do.