Possessive In Relationship Meaning 소설 & 이야기

Sa gabing iyon, bago kami humiwalay, malinaw: kahit ang paparating na bagyo ay mas malakas kaysa dati, ramdam ko—hindi lang ako handa. Ramdam ko rin siya. Handa siyang protektahan ako sa lahat ng paraan, controlled pero darkly possessive. At sa ilalim ng lahat ng tension at panganib, alam ko: ang relasyon namin ay hindi lang passion o atraksyon. Ito ay control, trust, at intensyonal na connection—isang bagay na hindi matitinag ng kahit na sino o anuman sa labas. Kung gusto mo, puwede na nating simulan ang

Pero ayokong magpakita nang sobrang selos at mauwi ‘yon sa awayan kahit hindi naman dapat. Pero ngayon ko napatunayang may pagka-possesive ako dahil kahit ngiti niya ayokong ibigay niya basta-basta sa ibang lalaki, lalo sa lalaking sa tingin ko ay threat sa ‘ming relasyon ni Anastacia.

"Ano ngayon? Can't handle it when a girl has her own life? Bakit? You think we should center both our lives in each other?" We're not even a real couple. At hindi ba naghiwalay na nga kami para tigilan na ang kahibangang 'to? Pero bakit parang nandito na naman kami? Gusto kong sabihin iyon pero dahil may kailangan pa akong itanong, hindi ko ginawa. "Even if you were my real husband or boyfriend, Damon. We'd never last. Cuz if you're this possessive, and you can't let me have my own life, then I'll be running for the hills..

kinakabahang tanong niya, wondering if her jealousy was obvious. "Well, the way he treats you isn't like a boss and employee thing – it's like he owns you. Are you in a relationship?" curious na tanong nito. She shook her head firmly, not wanting him to know about her complicated relationship with Ford. "No, we don't have a relationship. Besides, the woman with him... he's in love with her," sagot niya na bahagya pang natigilan sa mga huling sinabi, paano ay tila may kumurot sa puso niya sa katotohanang iyon.

Mas lalo lang akong kinabahan. “You’re wondering if I’m obsessed,” sabi niya bigla. Nanlaki ang mata ko. Hindi ako sumagot. “Everyone does,” dagdag niya. “They think possession is obsession.” Lumapit siya ulit, mas malapit ngayon. Halos magkadikit na ang noo namin. “I don’t obsess,” sabi niya. “I secure.” Tumingin siya sa labi ko, sandali lang, tapos bumalik sa mata ko.

His grip was firm, but not painful—just enough to make me feel his presence, his silent claim on me. The way he acts, it’s like he’s obsessive and possessive over me. Hindi siya nagdalawang-isip na sabihin iyon sa harap ng lahat, as if he truly owns me, as if I’ve always been his. It should’ve made me mad. I mean, I hate it when someone acts like they have control over me, like I’m some sort of property they can just claim.