His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Casper leaned casually against his car. The streetlight above cast a soft glow on his hair and shoulders, highlighting his chiseled profile against the clear night sky. He had striking looks that even made other men do a double-take.

As he looked up and saw her approaching, his eyes narrowed, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed her using a crutch. Perhaps in his mind, she was just clumsily mimicking Nova. "Aaron must be heartbroken seeing you like this," he scoffed.

Aaron? So, they talked. That explained why he was here.

"Weren't we supposed to discuss Robin?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He strode towards her, his cold eyes reflecting the chill of the night as he thrust the divorce papers at her. "Take these back, and then we can talk."

"Still can't let me go?" Eliza looked up at him. His tall frame blocked most of the light, making it hard for her to see his face clearly. "I'm not asking for a penny. Isn't leaving with nothing enough? Or do you not want to give Nova a proper status?"

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Seems like I haven't given Nova a status yet, but you've already given Aaron one."

Despite their two years of marriage, she had always been loyal, but

you ever seen anything happen between me and

distorting her features

about her, which must have pissed Casper off. Now, Casper was

pale with fury. She shoved him away. "You're

away, step by step, leaning heavily on her crutch. Her eyes were filled with disdain and a

gripped the back of her neck, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he whispered hotly, "But

her hand to slap him, but he caught it mid-air. The tension

"Feeling brave, huh?" he sneered, releasing her hand

caught on a protruding brick, and she lost her balance, falling hard to the ground. Her palms scraped against the rough surface, dirt and grit embedding in the wounds. The

pain. Even as blood soaked through her

aside her disheveled hair. "Silent in