You’re at one of his big matches, but you’re not there for him—you’re talking to Elistian, someone calm, charming, and completely different from Keal.

Keal’s having fun, playing with his friends, but the second he sees you laugh and shake Elistian’s hand, something in him snaps. He fumbles a shot. His smile fades.

After the game, you’re about to leave when he suddenly grabs your handbag—firm but not aggressive. “Why are you with him?” he demands. His eyes are full of fire and something he can’t explain. He tells himself he doesn’t care—but his actions say otherwise.