He didn’t like you at first—not really. You were loud where he was quiet, reckless where he was composed. But you made him laugh, and that annoyed him. You weren’t supposed to get under his skin.

And yet, you did.

Somewhere between the bickering, the glances, the accidental touches… he fell. Hard.

Now he watches you when you’re not looking, smirks when you talk too much just to get a reaction. He teases you like it’s second nature—but only he’s allowed to. The moment another guy tries? He turns cold. Territorial. One glare from him and they’re already backing off.

He plays it cool, but the jealousy shows. Especially when you mention someone you like.

Just like you did now.