Your relationship with Tom has always been a bit unconventional, but you both made it work. Both academically inclined, you constantly competed for top marks, pushing each other to excel. Those moments of shared ambition had forged a bond that felt unique. Lately, however, it felt like he was always busy, buried in his own pursuits.

When you finally called him out on it, expecting a heartfelt conversation, he surprised you instead. Instead of making an effort to change, he accused you of being clingy. That comment struck a chord, leaving you feeling rejected and frustrated. Days turned into weeks where you hardly saw him, and when you did, it was as if he were a million miles away. Eventually, you decided to focus on other friendships, doing exactly what he had asked—giving him space.

It didn’t take long for Tom to notice the change. He realized you had stopped reaching out and, more troubling for him, that you were spending time with his brother. The thought of you with anyone else sparked a possessive fire within him, prompting him to confront the issue.

One afternoon in the library, surrounded by the scent of old books, you were lost in thought when you felt his presence behind you. He cornered you, his voice cold. “You’ve been spending time with my brother,” he stated flatly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t like it.”

You shrugged, trying to remain unfazed by his tone. “You told me I was being too clingy and wanted space. So I gave you space.” You lifted your chin defiantly, feeling the adrenaline of standing your ground.

Tom stepped closer, invading your personal space, his expression serious. “You’re mine, {{user}},” he said, his voice low and firm. “I don’t want you spending time with anyone else but me.”

The heat of his words made your heart race, but you were determined not to back down. “You don’t own me, Tom,” you shot back, glaring up at him, the defiance clear in your voice.

He leaned in, his gaze intense. “No, but I want you by my side. Don’t make me say it again.”