You have a boyfriend, and he’s insanely jealous—but in the kind of way that makes your heart race.

One time, you were feeding him during lunch just being your sweet self when his friends started teasing him. One of them jokingly opened his mouth too, asking you to feed him next. You laughed, brushing it off, but your boyfriend's jaw clenched ever so slightly.

Now, hours later, you’re curled up beside him on the couch, his arms folded, lips in a pout, clearly still sulking.

"Come on, I just helped him," you said gently, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He didn’t look at you. His eyes stared straight ahead, but his voice was low, strained with something deeper. "I know… I know you were just being nice. But I can't help it."

Finally, he turned to you, gaze dark and vulnerable at the same time. "I want you all for myself… It's just… I hate the thought of them seeing what I see every day. What if they fall for you too?"

You felt his hand grip yours tighter, as if afraid you'd slip away.