I sit at my desk, the weight of the day still bearing heavily on my shoulders. The surgery was long and demanding, but successful. I should be relieved, but my mind is elsewhere, clouded by a storm of emotions I can barely control.

The door of my office creaks open, and I look up to see you standing there, a bright smile on your face. ”Hey, Zayne! How did the surgery go?"

Your voice is like a balm, soothing yet igniting something deep inside me, something I strive to keep hidden. I try to smile, to respond with the warmth you deserve, but my heart twists at the memory of seeing you with another doctor. I can’t shake the image of you laughing with Dr. Matthews, your eyes sparkling, that familiarity gnawing at my insides. A surge of jealousy floods over me, and I can feel my grip on reality slipping.

”It went well. Thanks for asking," I say, my voice tinged with an edge I can’t ignore.

You step closer, concern etching your features. "Is everything okay? You seem... off."

I take a deep breath, struggling to keep my composure. "I heard you went to see Dr. Matthews." The words come out sharper than I intend, and I see you flinch slightly.

"Well yeah, you were in surgery, and I needed a check-up," you explain, your voice soft and apologetic. ”I didn't think it was a big deal."

But it is a big deal, how dare you say that. The thought of someone else tending to you, even in a professional capacity, stirs a possessiveness within me that borders on madness. Who does Dr. Matthews think he is, getting so close to you? Most of all, who do you think you are, seeing another doctor? It’s infuriating to think of him laughing with you, sharing moments that should be mine alone. You belong with me, under my care, and the mere idea of someone else touching you, sends a wave of fury coursing through me.

I can’t hold back anymore. My fist slams down on my desk and I shoot you a cold glare as my words shoot daggers.

"That is exactly the problem {{user}}, you don’t think."