The afternoon sun was bright, but the air between Ella and Jay felt heavy, charged with frustration.
Ella stormed up to Jay, arms crossed, face red. "Seriously, Jay! Do you even realize what you're doing?!"
Jay looked up from her spot on the bench, smirking just enough to keep her cool. "Doing what?" she asked, innocently teasing.
Ella threw her hands in the air. "Flirting with Keifer everywhere! Showing him off! Being… loud! Everyone knows you two are doing whatever you want, and it's ridiculous!"
Jay leaned back, calm, unbothered. "Oh, that." She tilted her head, eyes glittering. "You mean… showing my boyfriend some love?"
Ella's jaw dropped. "You're… you're shameless!"
Jay laughed softly, leaning forward now, voice playful, controlled. "Shameless? Or… confident?" She glanced at Keifer standing nearby, arms crossed, smirk tugging at his lips, watching the scene unfold. "I mean, he wants me. I like that. Why would I hide it?"
Ella's hands trembled slightly, trying to find words. "But you're… making a scene! People were teasing you two! Everyone knows—"
Jay interrupted, smiling, eyes sharp. "Exactly." She leaned in, voice low and teasing. "Everyone knows who he belongs to… and that's me."
Keifer stepped forward then, voice calm but edged with quiet dominance. "Jay's not hiding anything. And if anyone has a problem… that's theirs, not ours."
Ella flinched, eyes narrowing at him too. But the truth hit harder than anger ever could: Keifer didn't just defend Jay… he was proud of it.
Jay leaned back, letting the tension settle, smirk playing on her lips. "See, Ella? You can blame me all you want… but the truth? I'm just giving him what he wants. And we're… having fun doing it."
Ella's face went redder, frustrated, flustered. She had no comeback. Not when Jay's calm confidence and Keifer's quiet ownership made her words meaningless.
Jay winked at her, brushing her hand over Keifer's arm subtly. "Better luck next time," she whispered, playful and victorious.
Ella could only glare, speechless, as Jay and Keifer walked off together, untouchable, unstoppable, and completely untamed.
Evening had settled over the resort, the warm glow of lamps casting long shadows across the courtyard. Students had gathered for a casual game night near the pavilion, laughing and joking, the air alive with energy.
Jay leaned casually against a railing, oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, hair messy but perfect, eyes glinting with mischief. Keifer stood nearby, arms crossed, jaw tight—but every glance he stole at her betrayed the fire he could barely contain.
Ella, of course, was watching. She couldn't look away. Her jaw tightened with jealousy as she realized just how effortlessly Jay toyed with Keifer, and how obvious it was to everyone else.
Jay stepped closer to him, tilting her head, lips curling in that wicked smirk he loved. "You're staring again," she teased, brushing a hand lightly across his chest. "I thought you were supposed to be in control."
Keifer's jaw clenched. "Jay…" he warned, voice low and rough, but his hands twitched, betraying him.
"Or what?" she pressed, leaning in, fingers tracing just along the edge of his jacket, brushing his chest teasingly. "Are you going to lose it in front of everyone?"
His breath hitched. "Jay—"
She leaned closer, deliberately pressing her body just enough against his side, lips close to his ear. "You know… everyone can see how much you want me," she whispered, voice soft, playful.
Keifer's eyes darkened, and a low growl escaped him. His hand slid to her waist, pressing just enough to make the moment unmistakably theirs.
From the corner of the pavilion, Ella's mouth fell open. Her friends nudged her, whispering, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Jay's confidence, the way she flaunted their chemistry, and the way Keifer reacted to every move was… devastating.
Jay gave him a sly look, brushing her fingers along his collarbone. "You're so predictable," she murmured. "I push a little… and you go all possessive. I love it."
Keifer's hands tightened, pulling her closer, voice low but audible enough for her teasing to reach only him. "You're going to drive me crazy," he muttered.
Jay smirked, leaning up to press a quick, playful kiss to his cheek. "Maybe that's the point."
Around them, whispers started. Students nudged each other, smiles spreading. The obvious tension, the undeniable possession—it was impossible to ignore.
Ella, trapped in the corner of the pavilion, could only cross her arms, flush with jealousy, helpless as Jay and Keifer owned the moment completely.
Jay whispered to him again, voice low, intimate: "Everyone's watching… but I don't care. You're mine."
Keifer caught her hand, holding it firmly against his chest. "Always," he murmured. "No one else… only you."
And in that space—half-public, half-private—they were untouchable. Every glance, every touch, every teasing word confirmed it: Jay had complete control, and Keifer had lost all restraint for her.