His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

She twisted her body, trying to push him away. Her small hands flailed against his chest, face, and neck, scratching wildly. Soon, he was covered in scratches.

"Ah..." He winced in pain, grabbing her wrists and lifting them above her head. He continued to kiss her. "You've turned into a little wildcat."

"Let go of me," she spat, her eyes blazing with hatred.

"Villains are just like this, Eliza. That's the label you've slapped on me." He invaded her space, kissing her forcefully.

She struggled in vain and tried to knee him but failed. Defeated, tears streamed down her face.

He tasted her tears and reluctantly let her go, wiping them away. "Why are you crying? I haven't really done anything to you."

"I thought you might have changed, but you haven't. You never will. You're just naturally evil. Your pleasure comes from tormenting me and tormenting my family. Casper, you really should go to hell. The world would be better off." She was cursing him.

A frown creased his brow, his heart aching sharply, his gaze dimming.

He owed her, and he knew it better than anyone. So, during the three years she was gone, he desperately tried to make up for the unfinished business on her behalf.

He sought out better hospitals to treat Robin's illness, no matter the cost.

She said he drove her father to suicide, so he investigated the truth behind Mikey's death.

was desperately making amends for his past

really that

a good

up at him, her sweet smile tinged with despair. "I will never forgive you unless you die right here

wished for

smiled, revealing a

death. If she wanted his death, he could give her

just

reached out, picked up a kitchen knife from the table, and gently handed

ahead. I'll

was heavy, its cold gleam revealing its lethal sharpness. The cold

but only for a

think

won't blame you." He was betting she didn't

lost the

icy gaze showed no hesitation or retreat. Her hand, firm and resolute,

that moment, time

he hadn't expected her