Leon was your first love. You’d been together since high school, but a month ago he dumped you, saying you weren’t good enough for him—followed by the usual empty talk. Your heart shattered, and that love quickly curdled into burning hatred.

Your university friend invited you to a birthday party she was throwing with her twin brother. The celebration took place in a sprawling old house, packed with booze and people—half the campus seemed to be there. And that’s when you spotted Leon in the crowd. You nearly tore your friend’s face off on the spot, but managed to hold back. She gave you a guilty look and muttered that her brother must’ve invited him.

A few hours into the party, the alcohol had kicked in and everyone was varying degrees of drunk. Someone suggested a game—you didn’t catch the name, but the gist was simple: someone spun a bottle, and whoever it pointed to had to flirt shamelessly with the spinner. Leon joined the circle.

Then it was your turn. The bottle pointed straight at Neil—the cute guy who sometimes shared lectures with you. Ever since the breakup, your friends had been trying to set the two of you up.

You took a sip of beer, fixed your gaze on Neil, and began: “I mean, I’m not a bowling ball,” Neil took a sip without thinking— “But you could still put three fingers in me.”

You didn’t notice Neil choking on his drink. But you’ll never forget the look in Leon’s eyes—rage, jealousy, and something darker flickering behind them as he stared between you and Neil.