jasper being jealous and possessive of you.
𝒥asper isn’t the kind of jealous that shows itself loudly at first. he’s quiet, sharp, a slow burn of tension that coils in his chest the second he notices someone’s eyes lingering on you for too long.
it’s subtle, the way his jaw tightens or his hand ghosts against your lower back, anchoring you closer without even realizing he’s doing it.
he’ll play it off as casual, but underneath he’s burning with the urge to rip the attention away from you.
his empathy makes it worse. he feels people’s attraction to you, their interest, their lingering desire like a physical weight pressing into him. he feels it before you even notice and it makes his entire body go rigid.
that’s when the desperate possessiveness really sinks in: because jasper isn’t just imagining it, he knows when someone is thinking about you the way only he should.
in public, especially around strangers, he’ll stay very close. the lightest brush of his fingers against yours, guiding you through a crowd, keeping you tucked in his side. it’s protective but with an undercurrent of desperation, like he’s terrified someone might slip you away from him if he lets go.
if you ever pull away from him in public, even for something small, like moving your hand to grab something, he’ll instantly feel a sting of panic. he’ll never voice it in front of others, but later, in private, he’ll admit in a low, almost ashamed voice:
“don’t let go like that again, darlin’. you hear me? you don’t do that to me.”
if you ever laugh at someone else’s joke, jasper feels it hit him like a punch in the ribs. not because he doesn’t want you happy, but because he can taste the smugness, the spark of interest from the other person.
and when someone flirts with you, jasper doesn’t say much. he doesn’t even have to.
one dark look from those golden eyes, sharp and warning, and suddenly the air feels suffocating around whoever dared speak too sweetly to you.
they walk away pale, unsettled, without ever realizing jasper was pressing fear into their chest until it overwhelmed them. he won’t admit it out loud, but he uses his gift to push people away from you if they get too close.
you notice it most in his silence afterward. how his gaze lingers on you with something raw, almost painful. like he can’t breathe until he hears you reassure him that you’re his.
“you don’t even see it, darlin’,” he murmurs, voice tight. “the way they look at you. drives me near insane.”
he isn’t proud of it. his past taught him the dangers of letting his instincts win, but when it comes to you? his control frays. he can’t stand the idea of losing you, of someone else even imagining touching you.
sometimes he gets so desperate it slips into his tone. low, pleading and rough. “just… tell me you’re mine. please, remind me before i lose my mind.”
at night, when it’s just you and him, all that tension unravels into an almost aching tenderness. he’ll hold you tight against him, arms wound firmly around you as if to ward off the entire world.
his lips press into your hairline, whispering in that soft southern drawl: “don’t leave me, sugar. i couldn’t take it.”
around the family, he tries to keep it hidden. he doesn’t want to look weak or unstable. but they notice. the way his eyes follow you across the room, the way he subtly shifts so you’re always within arm’s reach. alice teases him, but the truth is: his yearning runs bone-deep.
he loves when you wear his clothes. it quiets that aching burn in his chest. seeing you in his shirt or jacket makes him feel like you’re marked as his, even in a world where he can’t exactly bite you without consequence.
when you reassure him, touch his hand, look him in the eye or say his name, it softens him instantly. it’s like pulling him back from the edge. he lives for those moments of grounding, where his desperate possessiveness eases into quiet devotion.
but deep down, jasper knows: he’d raze the earth before he let anyone take you from him.
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