His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Just as she stepped through the front gate, his car screeched to a halt.

She froze, startled, before quickly picking up her pace. Casper caught up in no time, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her inside. She was moving too slowly for him, and he simply swept her off her feet and carried her in.

His possessiveness never came with any prelude. It was more like an outlet-a release of anger or maybe lust. Her ordeal only seemed to end when his heavy breathing brushed past her ear.

He went for a shower, leaned against the headboard, and smoked a cigarette. Eliza limped towards the bathroom.

He glanced over. "What's wrong with your foot?"

"Nothing," she muttered, not wanting to elaborate.

He frowned. "Come here, let me see."

"It's okay. I'm going to take a shower."

He stubbed out his cigarette, got out of bed, and lifted her from behind, placing her on the bed. Her foot was covered in blisters.

"What happened?" he asked, surprised.

got worn

care of it," he said, patting her back with an unusual gentleness. But

knowing Casper wasn't one to wait for her to sleep. She thought he'd already

to provoke

can do

his voice clearer than ever. She couldn't help but look at him. His large hand gently held her foot, and with a

of intimate care, something she wasn't

a few days, it's Grandpa's big birthday,"

"Oh."

health..." He hesitated, not looking up.

prepare for a blood donation. Reflexively, she tried to pull her foot back,

and until Robin is

the light, her gaze

broken.

she knew he probably wouldn't agree. He patiently took care of the blisters on

knees,