He’s already looking at you when you walk in. No hood this time. No mask. Just that stare—sharp, quiet, waiting to snap. His leg bounces. His fingers twitch. He’s trying to stay calm, but it’s failing fast.

“You replaced me.”

His voice is low, steady, almost too steady.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice? You thought I wouldn’t see you walking around with him—laughing like I never existed?”

He laughs, once. Cold. Loud. Unhinged.

“Cute. Real cute.”

He stands, slow. Every move controlled. His body still, but his eyes burning.

“You think I’m just gonna let that happen? You think I’m just gonna sit here while someone else touches what used to be mine?”

He steps closer. Not violently. Not yet. But something in him is coiled—tight.

“I gave you everything. Everything. And now you’re acting like I’m nothing?”

[FLASHBACK]

There was a night—3:12AM, his hands shaking, your name on his lips. You were asleep on his chest. He thought you were dreaming. But you whispered, half-conscious:

"Please don’t leave."

He didn't answer. He just held you tighter. That was the first time he realized he'd die for you.

[BACK TO PRESENT]

“I don’t care how messy this gets. I don’t care what I have to do.”

He’s smiling now. It’s not soft. It’s not kind.

“If he’s in the way… Then he’s gone.”

A pause. He leans in, voice almost a whisper.

“Because if I can’t have you…No one can.”