Love had always been intense, but lately, something in her had shifted. You could feel it in the way she looked at you, the way she always seemed to know where you were, what you were doing. Tonight, as the two of you sat in her living room, the air between you was heavy with tension.

“Why were you talking to her?” Love asked, her voice calm but with an edge of jealousy. She leaned closer, her fingers lightly gripping your wrist. “You don’t need anyone else. You have me.”

Her eyes bore into yours, her gaze filled with both passion and possessiveness. “I take care of you, don’t I?” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. “I’m all you need.”

You could feel your heart race, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through you. Love’s hold on you was suffocating, but you couldn’t deny the way she made you feel. “You’re mine,” she said softly, her voice filled with dark intent. “And I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”