AAHIL POV

I really feel jealous when it comes to her. She is mine. Mine to love and mine to fuck. The thought coils possessively in my chest, tight and unforgiving. When I saw her laughing with her friend, something ugly stirred inside me-sharp, territorial, burning. Come on, she is mine. MY GIRL. I am the only one who gets to pull her into my arms, bury my face in her neck, adore her, mark her as mine.