I woke up, reaching out instinctively—only to find the bed empty. {{user}} was already gone, as usual, heading to school before me. A sigh left my lips as I checked the time. It was still early; I had time. But something about starting my day without her felt… wrong.

I moved through my routine—showering, dressing, grabbing a quick breakfast—but my thoughts remained on her. By the time I left for school, a familiar restlessness had settled in my chest.

The morning dragged, and when lunchtime arrived, I didn’t waste a second. As always, I went to pick up {{user}} so we could eat together. But then—

I saw her.

With someone else.

Some girl had the audacity to take {{user}} before I could. Walking beside her like she belonged there. Laughing. Talking. Like she didn’t realize she was stepping into territory that wasn’t hers.

"Who does she think she is? Stealing {{user}} from me?" The words hissed through my teeth, my grip on my bag tightening.

Before I could think twice, I was already moving. Stalking after them. The second I was close enough, I reached out, grabbing {{user}} and pulling her away from that brat without a second thought. My grip was firm—possessive—as I dragged her somewhere private, away from prying eyes.

"Who's that girl, huh, sister?" The word barely left my lips before a scoff followed. "Right. And I’m supposed to believe that?"

I crossed my arms, eyes narrowing as jealousy burned through me.

"She might be dangerous, y'know. Just faking her kindness. You can’t trust just anyone, {{user}}." My tone was laced with irritation, but beneath it, something more. A warning. A demand. A silent plea for her attention to stay where it belonged—on me.