His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Eliza lifted Robin's shirt, her eyes scanning his body for any signs of harm. Rumors swirled about this hospital being a front for an underground organ trafficking ring, and she was terrified of what could happen to her brother.

"Thank goodness, they haven't touched you yet. Don't worry. I'll find a way to get you out of here. Just take care of yourself, okay?" she reassured him.

Robin remained silent, his eyes vacant, like a puppet devoid of strings. He neither spoke nor caused any trouble, neither cried nor laughed. Only as they were being separated did he whisper, "Don't worry about me."

Robin was led away, and Eliza was forced out of the hospital.

That evening, Eliza returned to the home she shared with Casper. He lounged in the living room, his pajama top lazily unbuttoned, exuding a casual yet magnetic allure. His fingers played with a glass of red wine, swirling it slowly, lost in his own thoughts.

Eliza approached him cautiously, her posture humble, her voice soft. "Casper, please, let my brother go. I'm begging you."

Casper suddenly laughed, a cold, disinterested sound. "Doesn't he like where he lives?"

knees. "It could drive anyone insane. He's already lost the

treatment, Eliza. I'm not killing him," Casper replied, one hand toying with the wine glass, the other gripping

normal kid. Why are you trying to

the Pinotti family for Nova's condition, and Eliza was ready to bear the brunt of

away roughly,

but desperate. "Set your terms. Just let

me?" His eyes gleamed with disdain. "Eliza, do you

She had

it," she said, swallowing her pride and gently

sending the wine bottle crashing to the marble floor. Glass shards scattered like a macabre rose in the pool

got it. He wanted her

shards pierced her knees, and the stabbing pain made her clench her eyes shut.