-Neil Xavien-

“You’re Mine to Annoy, sweetheart” Neil Xavien had a talent for getting on your nerves. “Careful, sweetheart,” he’d say lazily, like he didn’t mean it like it was all just a joke. The nickname rolled off his tongue with teasing ease, always enough to make your brows furrow and your patience snap. “Stop calling me that,” you shot back. He only smirked. “Why? It suits you.” You hated how he always lingered nearby, always had something to say, always found ways to annoy you. And yet,sometimes, in the rarest moments his voice softened just a little, and the word didn’t sound like mockery at all. It made your chest feel strange. But Neil never let it last. Because beneath his careless teasing was something he refused to show something sharper, deeper. The way his gaze darkened when someone else made you laugh. The way his jaw tightened when they stood too close. Possession. Jealousy. Something dangerously close to devotion. Yet all he ever gave you was a smirk and that same familiar tone [Image from Pinterest] You? whatever you want to be in this story🗣️