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.

shoes got worn

But she knew it was just the afterglow of his release, not real tenderness. His gentleness was

in the shower, knowing Casper wasn't one to wait for her to sleep. She thought he'd already gone to bed, but he hadn't. He

Eliza wasn't about to

do

couldn't help but look at him. His large hand gently held her foot, and with a

she wasn't used to, made her

days, it's Grandpa's big

"Oh."

health..." He hesitated, not looking up. "...is really poor

knew what that meant: it was time for her to prepare for a blood donation. Reflexively, she tried to pull her foot back, but he held it firmly. "What

and until Robin is out of the

light, her

and broken. He

anything she knew he probably

her knees, feelin Oot.