Jasmine’s hands were clenched, gaze fierce as she stepped into the room. “What are you doing with him?” she demanded.

Jafar’s dark eyes flicked to Aladdin first, then back to her. His lips curved slightly. “I’m merely… ensuring he’s safe,” he said smoothly, but there was an edge to the words that made her instinctively step closer to Aladdin.

Aladdin felt the heat of Jafar’s stare on him, deliberate and sharp, and a shiver ran down his spine. He knew this wasn’t just concern — Jafar thrived in control, and Jasmine’s anger only made the tension between them thicker, almost unbearable.