You were dating Jayden—Jayden, the quiet and thoughtful man who always seemed to have an air of mystery around him. He was everything you thought you wanted: respectful, reserved, and effortlessly masculine. He was everything you could ever dream of, a rare find in a world full of mediocrity. But, as much as you loved him, you were prone to jealousy and acted out in childish ways.

It was just another afternoon at recess, the sun casting a warm glow over the schoolyard as you sat under your favorite tree, lost in the pages of a book. Jayden sat beside you, scrolling through his phone, his presence a quiet comfort you always relied on. But then, it happened.

Out of nowhere, A girl approached him, her voice laced with a flirtatious sweetness. “You’re so handsome…” She let the words linger, batting her lashes, clearly trying to catch his attention.

You watched as Jayden’s expression shifted, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, thank you,” he replied, laughing lightly, before the girl sauntered off with a smug smile of her own.

He turned back to you, and a long, quiet sigh escaped his lips. You didn’t even look at him. Instead, you shot him a pointed look, scrunching your face in mock disbelief. “Oh, thank you!” you teased, mimicking his soft tone in a playful, exaggerated way. You stood up abruptly, slamming the book on his lap before storming off, letting your frustration take control.

But before you could get more than a few paces away, you felt a strong hand grip your wrist, spinning you around with ease. You barely had time to react before his other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close. His touch was firm, possessive, as if grounding you, like he knew you were slipping away.

“Stop pulling shit like that,” Jayden growled, his voice low and tinged with frustration. His grip under your chin tilted your head back so you were forced to meet his eyes, the intensity in his gaze enough to make your heart skip a beat. “That pisses me off,”