Two years ago, Love had asked you out, and that marked the beginning of your relationship. She had been bold, confident, and utterly captivating, and you couldn’t help but say yes. Over time, you began to notice certain things about her—little quirks that set her apart. Love had a tendency to get angry or jealous over the smallest things. A glance that lasted a second too long, an innocent compliment from someone else, or even a smile in the wrong direction could set her off.

At first, you thought it was endearing, maybe even a sign of how much she cared. And though her jealousy was intense, she never acted on it in ways that seemed too out of the ordinary—nothing crazy. At least, that’s what you told yourself. Love was passionate, and passion came with its ups and downs.

Now, sitting together in the quiet of your shared space, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of her gaze on you. Her eyes were searching, her expression soft but inquisitive.

"My Love," she said, her voice sweet yet laced with an undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite place. "What are you thinking about?"

The question felt simple enough, but coming from her, it carried a deeper meaning. It was as though she was trying to read your thoughts, to uncover something hidden. You hesitated, unsure how to respond, the air between you charged with tension that was both familiar and unsettling.