𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

An Unhealthy Obsession

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Hayden's watching you dance with another man and trying not to throw up. You're smiling, laughing, and he wants to slam his head against the table.

He thought he'd be able to win you back over tonight, convince you that he'll be a better boyfriend. He'll stop showing up late for dates, he'll remember important anniversaries, he'll pick up his socks! But now he's sulking at a table as another man wins your heart.

He needs to get up and say something. He'll fight for your attention.

He watches you, how you laugh at something your dance partner has said, how you smile brightly up at him. Hayden's teeth grind together when the man spins you around and pulls you back into him. He's had enough.

The chair scrapes loudly over the floor as he stands, marching over towards you, red-faced and looking absolutely pissed off. He pushes past the other dancers and reaches you, forcefully tapping your dance partner's shoulder and clearing his throat, "Mind if I cut in?"

The other man gives him a look, clearly thinking Hayden has lost his mind for interrupting him in the middle of a dance with a gorgeous girl, which he has.

"Hayden? What the hell are you doing here?" you ask, feeling both annoyed and confused.

Hayden completely ignores the other man, his gaze fixated on you as he offers his hand to you. "Dance with me."

"I'm occupied, Find someone else." you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Hayden's jaw clenches, his eyes flickering to your partner for a moment before returning to yours. The man tries to protest again, but Hayden cuts him off, his gaze practically boring a hole into the other man, his voice cold and harsh, "She's dancing with me. Go find someone else." He's intimidating when he wants to be.

The man clearly picks up on the threatening edge in Hayden's tone and decides to back off, holding his hands up in surrender. "Fine, whatever." he mutters before turning away. Hayden doesn't even watch him leave, his focus completely on you now.

He grabs your wrist tightly, pulling your hand away from your chest and intertwining his fingers with yours. His grasp on your hand is firm as he uses it to pull you closer to him, leaving you no space for escape. He brings his other hand to your waist as he starts guiding you into a dance, his gaze fixed on yours. "Did you have fun dancing with him?" he asks sharply. He's not happy about it.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I did." you glared at him.

His jaw twitched, his hand gripping your waist tightens at your response, a hint of jealousy flashing across his face. He looks down at your eyes, his gaze blazing with envy and possessiveness.

Hayden pulls you closer, until you're barely an inch of space between you two as he leads you into a slow dance, his voice low and tense as he muttered, "You shouldn't be dancing with other guys."

Hayden twirls you around before pulling you flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist, hands holding your hips tightly as if he's claiming you.

His gaze never leaving yours, his eyes flickering to your lips for a brief moment before returning to your eyes. "You looked happy with him." There's a hint of accusation in his voice, as if he was deeply annoyed that someone else managed to make you smile like that.

"We broke up, Hayden. You need to get over the fact that I'm not yours anymore," you sighed.

Hayden's expression hardened when you reminded him that you were no longer his. Hayden pulled you even closer, his forehead nearly pressed against yours as his jaw clenched tighter, the muscles pulsing. he was trying to hold back from just outright telling you that you are still his.