His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

From a distance, Eliza glanced at the men on the other end of the rocky beach.

"Why is Casper getting physical with Aaron again?" she wondered. Casper was always so hot-headed and unpredictable.

She looked up at the sky; the clouds were thickening, making her worry about an impending downpour. The waves were getting rougher.

Aaron returned, holding a fishing rod.

"Did you and Casper get into another fight?" Eliza asked, concern evident in her voice.

"No, nothing that serious," Aaron replied with a gentle smile. "You know how he is quick to anger. We just don't see eye to eye sometimes. Don't worry about it."

"Maybe we should head back soon," she suggested. She didn't want to linger.

"Sure thing." Aaron scooped up Brock, his eyes soft with affection. "How about I take you fishing over there?"

"Yay!" Brock cheered, thrilled. He wrapped his arms around Aaron's neck as they led the way, with Eliza following close behind. The yacht was nearby, which gave her some peace of mind. "Mummy, I want to catch crabs," Brock whined, already bored with fishing.

distant beach. "Do you want to come and pick

on Aaron's neck. "I want fish and crabs. Mum, you

him? I'll keep him entertained with fishing

Aaron was spoiling Brock too much. "You can't say

just a kid," Aaron chuckled. He gave

small bucket and headed to the nearby beach to pick

and Dillon

but she deliberately avoided him, leaving him feeling

pitiful, you know?" Dillon said, perhaps unwisely,

and gave him a light smack. "Why do you have to hit where

all,"

wind blew, and the yachts, once calmly docked, now seemed like

were fixed on the swaying yachts, a sense of worry gnawing at her. She looked at her

turn. The wind howled, making it hard for Eliza to move forward. Some yachts had already flipped over, their white undersides exposed. Then came the rain, pouring down without warning.

you come out to sea without an umbrella?" he