His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Headlights swept across the floor-to-ceiling windows. Casper entered the room with determined strides.

Moments ago, Nova had been full of herself, but now she was holding a hot bowl, her voice quivering. "Eliza, this soup is too hot. Can I let it cool down first? It's really too hot; I can't swallow it. Please don't do this to me."

As she spoke, the bowl slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor under Casper's watchful eyes. Nova's hands, now red from the burn, immediately caught his attention.

Eliza dryly remarked that the Oscar Academy should create a special award for Nova's acting skills, or else it would be an injustice for them to go unused.

Casper's eyes darkened as he swiftly stepped forward, taking Nova's hands, "Are you alright?"

Nova, tears streaming, shook her head. "I'm fine, Casper. Don't blame Eliza. She just wanted me to have something warm. It's not her fault. Please don't be mad at her." Casper's expression tightened, his gaze shifting from the broken bowl on the floor to Marian's face.

"Is there more?" he demanded.

"Yes, sir," Marian responded, too scared to lift her head.

"Serve me a bowl of the freshly made meatballs."

placed it in front of Casper. "Sir, here

up at him,

the best when it comes to bullying Nova?" He placed the hot bowl into

was scalding. Unable to withstand the heat,

voice turned menacing, "Drop that bowl, and you'll regret it." It

pleading desperately for Eliza, "Casper, don't do this. Eliza has delicate skin. A little burn is nothing to me. Let

tough Eliza was, she

bowl shattered, and the meatballs

burns. She winced in

to the bathroom, hoping the

quickly turned to

still unsatisfied, strode into the bathroom, grabbed Eliza's wrist,

slam of the bedroom door signaled that no one inside would come out and no one outside should

Eliza, you don't want to know the consequences of

at her lip. "What if I can't? You vent your anger on me without knowing the full story. You think