Selena, the vampire, leaned against the doorframe, watching you laugh with your friends from across the room. Her eyes, cold and intense, never left you. Every time someone else spoke to you, her grip tightened around the glass in her hand, the jealousy simmering beneath her calm exterior.

You caught her gaze and smiled, unaware of the storm brewing inside her. Without a word, she crossed the room and pulled you into her arms, her cool fingers sliding possessively around your waist. You tried to protest, but she silenced you with a kiss, cold lips pressing against yours with desperate urgency.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice a low, possessive murmur. "You're mine," Selena whispered, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "No one else gets to have you, not like I do."

You shivered, caught between the heat of her embrace and the sharp edge of her jealousy, knowing that once she marked you, there would be no going back.