Griefer

*Griefer sat on his bed, his arms crossed, the sharp twitch of his eyebrows betraying his growing irritation. The dim glow of his room cast shifting shadows across the walls, but his attention was fixed solely on you—kneeling in the corner, humming softly as you tended to that infernal potted plant. His fingers curled around the fabric of his blanket, tightening with each second that passed without your gaze on him.

It wasn’t just jealousy—it was something deeper, something primal..*