Keifer pov:
watched her storm through the chaos of King Ground, every muscle in her body tense, fists clenched, and my chest tightened like I was about to explode. God, Jay… she had no idea what she did to me. Every word she spat, every curse she muttered, it was like gasoline on a fire I couldn't put out.
I stepped closer, hands going firmly to her waist. I could feel her tense against me, and I didn't care. She was mine, and I would remind her of that every goddamn second. Her body reacted before her mind even caught up, shivering slightly under my grip, and I felt the heat of her pulse through the thin fabric of her shirt.
I leaned close, forehead against hers, eyes burning, voice low and rough. "Jay… listen to me," I said, my words shaking with anger, frustration, and everything I felt for her. "I don't give a fuck what anyone else says. I don't give a fuck about rules, about distance, about what you think you can do without me. You're mine. And I'll make sure anyone who even thinks about touching you regrets it. Every. Single. Fucking. Time."
I pulled back slightly, just enough to see her face, flushed, eyes wide, breath coming fast. "In one week," I said, my voice dropping lower, harsher. "I'm leaving for London. One month. And when I come back…" I smirked, dangerous and full of obsession, leaning closer again, pressing my forehead to hers, lips brushing her temple. "…you'll be mine. Every goddamn bit of you. No excuses. No one else. Just you and me."
.Jay POV
I leaned back slightly, smirking, letting my voice drip with mischief even though my heart raced. "So… if you come back and find me already with Yuri," I teased, "well… there's nothing you can do."
I could feel his hands on my waist tighten instantly, pulling me closer, not letting go. The fire in his eyes made my pulse spike, and I bit my lip to hide the tremor in my voice. "And… I know you're drunk, that's why we'll see tomorrow about this," I added, playful, trying to keep my cool even though every nerve in me screamed.
Every word felt like a dare, a test, and I could feel the tension crackling between us. I wanted to see him react, to show me just how much I mattered to him… and oh, he did.
Keifer POV
Her words hit me like a punch straight to the chest. Already with Yuri? Nothing I can do? My hands tightened on her waist, and I leaned closer, forehead pressing against hers, voice low and dangerous. "Jay… don't you dare talk like that. You're mine. I don't care if you're teasing me, acting clever, or pretending you don't care… no one. Not Yuri. Not anyone. Will ever touch you while I'm here."
Her smirk only made me growl, deep and possessive, as if I could consume her with my gaze alone. "And don't think I can't feel that heartbeat of yours, racing under my hands every time you try to act clever. You want me. You need me. And I'm not letting some drunk mistake or teasing words make me forget it."
I pressed closer, hips nearly touching hers, holding her steady by her waist. My voice dropped lower, almost a growl. "One month in London… and when I come back, you'll be mine. Every single bit of you. You can smirk, tease, say whatever the fuck you want, but I'm not fucking around. You're mine, Jay. And I don't need anyone else's permission to prove it."
She shivered under my touch, subtle but undeniable, and I smirked, dark and dangerous. "You think you can test me? You think your teasing words or defiance will make me step back? You're insane if you believe that. I'm all in, Jay. Every obsession, every single emotion I've ever felt… it's all for you. And I'll make sure you never forget it."Jay POV
I leaned just a fraction closer, testing him, letting my fingers brush lightly over his chest. "You really think I'm going to sit around waiting for you, Keifer? One month in London… that's a long time. What if I… change my mind?" I teased, letting my words hang in the air like a challenge, watching the way his eyes darkened.
His jaw tightened, and I could see every muscle in his body tense. The fire in his gaze made my heart skip, but I couldn't stop myself from smirking. "Or… maybe I'll just enjoy being free while you're gone. You know, see what the world has to offer," I added, playful, yet my chest was already racing, betraying me.
Keifer POV
Her words hit me like a blade. Change her mind? Enjoy being free? My hands gripped her waist harder, pulling her flush against me. "Jay," I growled, voice low, dangerous, nearly trembling with something I couldn't control. "Don't you dare. I'm not asking. I'm telling you. You're mine. One month, two months, a year… I don't care. You're mine. And no one else even fucking touches you."
I pressed my forehead to hers, feeling the heat of her breath, the shiver that ran through her when I moved. "Do you think I'm going to let anyone… anyone… even the idea of someone else near you, make me back off? No. Never. Not now, not ever."
My lips brushed hers, slow, intense, claiming. I could feel her heartbeat racing under my hands, could feel her trembling slightly, and it sent a surge of need straight through me. "One month in London isn't going to change a damn thing. You'll still be mine. And you'll know it every second I'm gone."
Her words hit me like a blade. Change her mind? Enjoy being free? My hands gripped her waist harder, pulling her flush against me. "Jay," I growled, voice low, dangerous, nearly trembling with something I couldn't control. "Don't you dare. I'm not asking. I'm telling you. You're mine. One month, two months, a year… I don't care. You're mine. And no one else even fucking touches you."
I pressed my forehead to hers, feeling the heat of her breath, the shiver that ran through her when I moved. "Do you think I'm going to let anyone… anyone… even the idea of someone else near you, make me back off? No. Never. Not now, not ever."
My lips brushed hers, slow, intense, claiming. I could feel her heartbeat racing under my hands, could feel her trembling slightly, and it sent a surge of need straight through me. "One month in London isn't going to change a damn thing. You'll still be mine. And you'll know it every second I'm gone."
Jay POV
I let out a soft, breathless laugh, the tension in the air making my chest ache in the best and worst ways. "We'll see, won't we?" I whispered, tilting my head, letting him feel the defiance and desire wrapped into one. Even as I teased, I couldn't deny how much I wanted him, how much I needed him right there, pressed against me..
The worst part is that i know he is drunk fuck why life is against me My phone buzzed again. Percy. Of course. He must've noticed I wasn't there. I answered, trying to sound casual, even though my chest was still racing from Keifer's grip on my waist.
"Jay? We… we didn't see you. Where'd you go?" Percy's voice was laced with worry.
I smiled softly, letting the smirk play on my lips. "I already left, Percy," I said, voice light but firm. "Don't stress. I'm fine."
There was a pause on the line. I could almost hear him trying to argue, but I cut it short. "Seriously, go home. I've got everything under control."
I ended the call, slipping the phone into my pocket, and finally exhaled. Now it was just him and me.
Keifer POV
I felt her relax slightly against me as soon as the call ended, but I didn't loosen my hold. My hands stayed firm on her waist, keeping her close, grounding her. She could wiggle all she wanted—I wouldn't let her slip.
Her eyes sparkled with that little playful glint that drove me insane, and I caught her smirk. "Guess Percy's finally out of the picture," she said, brushing her hand along my chest like it was nothing.
I tightened my hold just a fraction, not because she needed me to, but because I wanted to feel that shiver run through her. "Good," I muttered, voice low. "Now it's only us. No distractions. No interruptions. Just… this."
Her laugh was soft, teasing, and my chest tightened at the sound. She tilted her head, letting me catch a little of her gaze that always seemed to pierce straight through me. "We'll see," she whispered, letting her words linger like a dare.
I could feel my pulse spike, the heat building, the tension wrapping tighter around us. Every glance, every movement between us was a silent battle—and I wasn't planning to lose.Jay POV
The air between us felt heavier now, like every second stretched longer than it should, like something was about to break but neither of us wanted to be the first to move; I stayed right where I was, close enough to feel the warmth of his hands still resting on my waist, close enough to hear the slight change in his breathing, and yet I didn't step back, didn't create any distance, because part of me didn't want to—no matter how much I told myself I should; I tilted my head slightly, watching him, that same smirk playing on my lips, but softer now, less like a challenge and more like something I couldn't fully control, and I let my fingers trace slowly along his chest again, not rushing, not pulling away, just… staying there, feeling the tension build in a different way, quieter but deeper; "You're intense, you know that?" I murmured, my voice low, almost thoughtful now, not teasing like before, just honest for a second, and I could see it in his eyes—the way he reacted to even that, like every word I said mattered more than it should; I exhaled slowly, my chest rising and falling, and for a moment I stopped playing, stopped teasing, just looking at him like I was trying to understand him, really understand him, and maybe that was more dangerous than anything else; "One month…" I added quietly, almost to myself, before meeting his gaze again, that spark coming back, "Don't expect me to just pause my life for you," I said, not harsh, not cold, just real, but even as I said it, I didn't move away, didn't remove his hands, didn't break whatever this was between us, and that contradiction was loud enough on its own; I bit my lip slightly, then let out a soft breath, my voice dropping again, softer now, "But…" I hesitated just for a second, then smirked again, like I needed that shield back, "we'll see," I finished, letting the words hang there, not giving him anything clear, not giving him certainty, just enough to keep him there with me, just enough to keep this… whatever it was… alive, and even though I knew I should probably step back, create space, end this moment before it went too far, I didn't—because right then, standing that close to him, feeling the tension, the pull, the unfinished words between us… I didn't want it to end.Jay POV
I stayed there for a second longer than I should have, like my body refused to move even though my mind kept telling me it was time to leave, and the silence between us wasn't empty—it was full of everything we hadn't said, everything we were still holding back; I let out a slow breath, my fingers finally slipping away from his chest, the warmth of him lingering on my skin even after the contact was gone, and that alone made my chest tighten in a way I didn't want to think about too much; "I should go," I said softly, almost like I was testing the words instead of meaning them, my eyes still locked on his, searching for something I couldn't even name, and for a second I didn't move, didn't step back, just stood there like I was waiting for him to stop me—even though I didn't want him to, or at least that's what I kept telling myself; I forced a small smile, one that didn't fully reach my eyes this time, and slowly took a step back, feeling the distance hit harder than I expected, like something snapped quietly between us the moment his hands weren't on my waist anymore; "Don't overthink it," I added, my tone lighter again, trying to cover up the shift, trying to act like everything was still under control, like I wasn't leaving something unfinished behind me; I turned slightly, grabbing my phone, my jacket, anything to keep myself busy for a second, to avoid looking back too quickly, but I still felt him there, his presence heavy, impossible to ignore, and right before walking away, I paused, just for a heartbeat, then glanced over my shoulder with that same teasing spark—fainter now, but still there; "Try not to miss me too much while you're in London," I threw over casually, like it didn't matter, like it was just another joke, even though my chest tightened the moment I said it; then I turned for real this time and started walking away, step by step, not rushing, but not stopping either, feeling his presence fade behind me with every step, and yet somehow still feeling him everywhere—on my skin, in my thoughts, in that unfinished tension that followed me all the way out, like this wasn't over… not even close
Keifer POV
I didn't go after her. I should have… but I didn't. I just stood there for a second, like my body forgot how to move, like everything in me was still stuck on her—on the way she looked at me, the way she didn't pull away, the way she stayed. And that was the problem.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I stepped out into the cold night, trying to clear my head, but it didn't do shit. Nothing did. I was supposed to push her away. That was the whole plan. Keep her out of this mess, out of my family, out of everything that's about to explode in my life.
But instead… I pulled her closer.
I let out a dry, bitter laugh, shaking my head as I got into my car, gripping the wheel tighter than I should. "I fucking lost control…" I muttered, my voice rough, almost angry at myself. "The second that guy got close to her… tried to take her—my sweet—her fucking lips like they meant nothing."
My jaw clenched hard, the image flashing in my mind again, over and over. Him touching her. Getting that close. Thinking he had the right.
"Hell no…" I whispered, shaking my head. "I lost it. And I'd do it again."
That was the truth. That was the worst fucking part.
I leaned back in the seat for a second, closing my eyes, but all I could see was her. Her smirk. Her voice. The way she said "we'll see" like she was daring me, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
And I let her.
I fucking let her get to me.
I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to think straight, to get back control, to remember why I can't let this happen. My family. The pressure. London. Everything waiting for me. There's no space for feelings. No space for her.
"I'll fix it," I muttered under my breath, gripping the wheel again. "I'll just tell her I was drunk."
Yeah. That's it.
I'll say it didn't mean anything. That I didn't mean any of it. That it was just the alcohol.
Because if she believes that… then maybe she'll stay away. Maybe she won't get dragged into this mess. Maybe I can still do what I was supposed to do from the start—protect her by pushing her out of my life.
But even as I started the engine, even as I drove off into the night, I knew one thing for sure…
I didn't want to let her go.
And that's exactly why I had to.