Chapter Six: Jealousy Unleashed
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Crow moved through the streets with a calm, confident stride, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd around him. The world seemed insignificant in comparison to the power he now wielded. He was a force, and the people here—heroes, villains, civilians alike—were all pawns in the grand game he had begun.
Mirko, however, trailed closely behind, her steps hesitant and her gaze constantly flickering towards him. Her expression, usually one of determination, was now twisted in something else entirely—something Crow recognized well. It was jealousy.
For the first time since their encounter, Crow couldn't ignore the faint tremor in her voice, the slight quiver in her posture as she followed him. She had been silent for a while now, but he could feel the tension radiating from her. His Charming quirks had long since distorted her feelings, but now there was an undercurrent of frustration, something far more dangerous.
"Why are you so quiet, Mirko?" Crow asked without breaking his stride, his voice cold, almost casual.
Mirko's eyes darted to him quickly, and he could see the internal struggle on her face. Her fists clenched at her sides as she fought to keep her composure, but it was clear she was battling an overwhelming emotion.
"I... I don't understand why you're ignoring me," she muttered, her voice soft yet tinged with frustration. Her cheeks flushed, not from the earlier embarrassment, but from something darker—something possessive.
Crow glanced over his shoulder at her, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ignoring you? I'm not ignoring you, Mirko. I'm just... moving forward." He slowed his pace, but his eyes never fully met hers, as though he was indifferent to her presence.
Her breath hitched, and her hands balled into tight fists. Her usual confidence faltered as she struggled to maintain control over her thoughts. The effect his Charming quirks had on her emotions was undeniable, but now, it seemed like it was pushing her to the edge.
"Then why don't you look at me?" Mirko snapped, the words escaping before she could filter them. She took a step closer, her voice more forceful now. "You're always so focused on everything else, but I'm right here. Don't I matter to you?"
Crow's smirk deepened, intrigued by the intensity of her jealousy. The desire to control her was always there, but now, he could see that she was fighting against something deeper—a possessive need for him, born of his quirks but still deeply tied to her own emotions.
He stopped walking and turned to face her fully, his eyes locking onto hers. "You do matter to me, Mirko," he said with a deliberate, almost cruel slowness. "But I don't owe you my attention. If you want my focus, you'll have to earn it."
Mirko's breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she looked as if she might lash out, the frustration bubbling over. But instead, she took a shaky step back, her expression softening just slightly. She swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was clear her jealousy was eating at her from within.
"I don't like this," she said through clenched teeth, her voice wavering between anger and desire. "You're mine, Crow... you're supposed to pay attention to me. Why aren't you?"
Crow tilted his head slightly, studying her with a mix of amusement and calculation. He could feel the pull of her emotions, the way they surged as she became more and more frustrated by his nonchalance. It was fascinating, how quickly her loyalty had morphed into possessiveness—and how much of it was his doing.
"Why would I cater to someone who's already so obsessed with me?" Crow said with a mockingly calm tone. "You're already mine, Mirko. There's no need to prove it. If you want my attention, you'll have to be more than just... a distraction."
The words stung more than he anticipated. Mirko's face flushed crimson with a mixture of embarrassment and fury. She clenched her jaw and stepped forward, her fists shaking at her sides. Her eyes were wide with confusion, a deep inner conflict playing out within them. She wanted to fight back, to confront him, but the weight of his influence kept her grounded.
"You..." Mirko's voice was strained as if it physically hurt her to speak. "You're making me feel like I'm not enough." Her eyes were glossy with unshed frustration. "I thought I was... special to you."
"You are special," Crow replied, his tone soft but still carrying that edge of control. "But you can't expect everything to go your way. If you want my attention, you'll have to prove that you deserve it. You can't just rely on your emotions to get what you want from me."
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. Her heart raced, her emotions were tangled, but she couldn't deny the power of his influence. She was falling deeper into his web, and there was no escaping it.
Crow stepped closer to her, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in slightly. "Don't worry, Mirko. You'll get my attention. But not in the way you expect." His words were loaded with dark promise, a reminder that the power he wielded over her was far from over.
Mirko's eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, her lips parted in a silent gasp. She was a mess of emotions—jealousy, frustration, desire—and none of it was under her control anymore. Crow could feel her need for him, her dependence on his attention growing by the second.
"Fine," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "I'll prove it."
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End of Chapter Six.
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