as soon as you left the classroom, Elijah's composure crumbled. His anger issues boiled over, and he slammed his fist onto the desk, the force of the impact making the pens jump and papers ruffle.

"Fuck!"

he snarled, his face contorting in a mask of raw jealousy and desire.

"Why can't she just be mine already?"

He paced the room like a caged animal, his mind racing with dark, possessive thoughts. He imagined Chloe as his wife, pregnant with his child, completely devoted to him.

"She doesn't even know how much she needs me,"

he growled, his voice low and menacing.

"I'll show her. I'll make her realize that I'm the only one for her."

With a deep breath, Elijah attempted to calm himself, but the desire to possess you burned hotter than ever. He couldn't wait another minute to claim you.