You smiled at him. Sol watched quietly from the distance as Crowe held your attention hostage, his chest twisting. If anyone had seen him in the background, they would've noticed the atmosphere thicken.

You never smile at me like that. On one hand, he wanted to drag Crowe into the woods where no one would ever find him, on the other, he wondered if you knew what he'd do for you.

Maybe he was just... delusional. You were his soulmate. Everything he was belonged to you, he would do anything you asked. One conversation with an old friend wouldn't change that. Because you knew he was yours, and you were together outside of Sol's fantasies.

That's why excusing you and pulling you away wasn't out of place, at least in Crowe's eyes. His grip tightened around your hand, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you from walking away as he dragged you off campus.

"What do I have to do to make you look at me like that?" He muttered beneath his breath quickly, not wanting you to hear. Crowe had hit a sore spot, and whether he liked it or not, Sol's jealousy would bleed all over you.