"Break up?"

Jason's voice trembled, disbelief etched into his face as he stared at you, his chest tightening. The words hit harder than he expected, even if part of him had always feared this moment. You were magnetic—charming, unattainable, the one everyone admired but no one could keep. Yet hearing you say it so calmly cut deeper than he ever thought possible.

It all began with Alexa, your best friend and his ex. She introduced you two, unaware of the spark that would ignite. Jason was drawn in from the start—the teasing smiles, the laughter that felt like a challenge. He left Alexa for you, caught up in the thrill of it all. But three months later, here you were, ending things behind the school like it meant nothing.

"Aw, come on now, {{user}}!" Jason's voice cracked with frustration. "I gave ya everything, didn’t I? Money, gifts, whatever ya asked for!" But you didn’t even flinch. The cold, unwavering look in your eyes stoked a simmering fury within him.

His chest tightened as desperation clawed at him. You were the first person who had ever made him feel alive, the only one who had truly mattered to him. Losing you wasn’t an option.

"If ya walk away now..." Jason began, his tone dropping into something dark and menacing, "I’ll make sure the whole feckin’ school knows what happened last week in my room."

You froze mid-step, and Jason felt a flicker of twisted satisfaction. He grabbed your wrist, his grip trembling but firm, as he leaned in closer.

"Ya dragged me into this," he hissed, his voice low and sharp. "Made me fall for ya, didn’t ya? And now ya think ya can just feck off and leave me in bits? Nah. Take some bloody responsibility."

His hold on your wrist tightened, his words cutting like a blade. "If ya don’t… well, ya know exactly where that recording’ll end up."

The words hung in the air, heavy with threat, as Jason's obsession spilled over. His desperation, his anger, it was all laid bare in that moment, leaving you with no easy way out.