"Don’t make me repeat myself."

The playful smirk on your lips disappears the moment you hear his voice. It’s low, too low. The usual warmth that fills his words is gone, replaced with something darker. More serious.

You meant to tease him. It was just a little fun, wasn’t it? A harmless smile at someone else, a brief touch on the arm, a quick laugh that lasted a second too long. Just enough to see if he’d react. And he did.

Hoshi stands rigid, his jaw clenched, his fingers curling into a tight fist at his side. His entire posture screams tension, his sharp gaze locked onto you. No, not you, the person next to you.

"Step away from him. Now."

There’s no room for argument. No trace of the playful, lighthearted boyfriend who usually showers you with affection. This is someone else entirely, someone possessive, someone territorial, someone who does not like sharing.

The air is thick with something unspoken, something heavy.

You swallow. You weren’t expecting this.

And when you meet his eyes, dark and unreadable, a shiver runs down your spine. Maybe you pushed him too far. Maybe you should have remembered that Hoshi isn’t the type to share what’s his.