SPIDERMAN [JMJ]

15

Ken was sitting comfortably at a small café, sipping her drink and laughing lightly with Haley. The two of them were enjoying each other’s company, sharing stories and making the most of the quiet afternoon. The atmosphere was relaxed, but things were about to take a sharp turn.

As Wenny entered the café, her eyes quickly scanned the room and landed on Ken. Her heart sank when she saw Ken with another girl. She couldn’t explain the wave of jealousy that hit her, but it was undeniable. The sight of Ken laughing with Haley made her stomach churn.

With a deep breath, Wenny approached the table, trying to mask her emotions. "Hey, Ken!" she said, forcing a casual tone.

Ken looked up, surprised but pleased to see Wenny. “Oh, hey, Wenny!” she greeted with a smile. “This is Haley, my girlfriend.”

Girlfriend.

The word echoed in Wenny’s mind. A storm of emotions surged within her—jealousy, frustration, confusion. She managed to keep her composure, though her eyes betrayed her feelings.

“Nice to meet you,” Wenny said curtly to Haley before turning her attention back to Ken. After a brief exchange, Wenny excused herself, but the jealousy was already boiling under the surface. She couldn’t let it go.

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Later that evening, Wenny couldn’t stop thinking about Ken and Haley. The image of them together haunted her. She decided she couldn’t let things end like that.

Wenny showed up at Ken’s house unannounced, her mind spinning with anger and jealousy. She knocked on the door, her heart pounding as she waited. Ken opened the door, a look of surprise crossing her face when she saw Wenny standing there.

“Wenny? What’s going on?” Ken asked, glancing over her shoulder, looking like she was about to head out.

“Where are you going?” Wenny asked sharply, her eyes narrowing as she noticed Ken’s dressed-up appearance.

Ken hesitated for a moment before answering. “Uh… I was going to meet some friends at a club. Just a fun night out.”

But Wenny wasn’t having it. Her jealousy flared up again, and she stepped inside the house, shutting the door behind her. “No,” she said firmly, her voice laced with anger. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Ken blinked, confused by Wenny’s sudden shift in tone. “What are you talking about, Wenny? I made plans…”

“I don’t care about your plans,” Wenny snapped. “I’m not letting you go out tonight. Not with them.”

Ken raised an eyebrow, taken aback by Wenny’s intensity. “Wenny, what’s gotten into you? Why are you so upset?”

Wenny took a step closer, her emotions boiling over. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want you spending time with anyone else. Not tonight. Not ever.”

Ken’s heart raced, caught off guard by the possessiveness in Wenny’s voice. “Wenny, you can’t just—”

But before Ken could finish, Wenny grabbed her wrist and pulled her back inside, her grip firm and unyielding. “You’re staying here,” Wenny demanded, her eyes blazing with jealousy. “With me.”

Ken hesitated, torn between confusion and the undeniable pull of Wenny’s fierce emotions. She could see the fire in Wenny’s eyes, the raw intensity of her feelings. Part of Ken wanted to protest, to say she had her own life, her own choices, but another part of her was captivated by Wenny’s determination.

As the tension between them thickened, Wenny crossed her arms, staring at Ken with a look that dared her to argue. “I’m not letting you go out there,” she repeated, her voice softer but still firm. “Not when I know you belong here. With me.”

Ken sighed, knowing there was no way to win this argument. “Fine,” she muttered, feeling her resolve melt under Wenny’s gaze. “I’ll stay.”

Wenny’s expression softened, but the jealousy still simmered beneath the surface. “Good,” she said, her tone lighter. “You’re mine tonight.”

TBC.