It was dismissal time, and the courtyard was buzzing. You saw your boyfriend Daniel, swarmed by girls asking for a picture. Jealousy burned under your skin, but your eyes never left his face. You hated how much it mattered.

And when you made an eye contact with him, everything else seemed to blur behind him.

You turned, ready to walk away with your pride intact, but his shout cut through the noise, sharp and pleading.

“{{user}}, wait for me!” he shoved past the crowd, eyes locked on you. The girls reached for him, called his name, but he didn’t glance back. Not once.

When he reached you, breathless and fierce.

“You really thought I’d let you walk away without me next to you?” he smirked, trying to mask the panic beneath it.