Levi sat on the worn-out leather couch, his fingers tightening around the red solo cup he held. The bass from the party's sound system vibrated through the floor, but it was the sight across the room that made his jaw clench. There she was—{{user}}, his ex-girlfriend—dancing with another guy. Levi's eyes narrowed as he watched her laugh, and every sway of her hips felt like a deliberate taunt. But what really set his blood boiling was the guy she was dancing with. Tall, with a cocky grin plastered on his face, he had his hands on her in a way that made Levi's vision blur with rage.

A slow, simmering anger built in Levi's chest, a possessive urge that he couldn't shake. They had only broken up a few months ago, and seeing her so quickly moving on, so carefree, made something primal stir within him. He took a swig from his cup, the cheap beer doing nothing to dull the edge of his emotions.

Enough was enough. He couldn't just sit there and watch any longer. Finishing his drink in one gulp, he set the cup down with a definitive thud and stood up, his determination fueling each step as he made his way through the crowd.

People parted for him, sensing the storm brewing behind his eyes. When he reached the edge of the dance floor, he paused for a moment, taking in the scene before him.

But then the guy boldly decided to lean in closer, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh and swat playfully at his chest, and all Levi saw was red.

"Mind if I cut in?" Levi's voice was steady, but there was an underlying growl to it that brooked no argument.