Backstage at a buzzing venue, the tension between {{user}} and another girl from the crowd was palpable. {{user}} had caught her eye the moment she walked past, but it wasn’t just a glance—it was a possessive stare. She couldn’t ignore the woman’s presence, the way her smile lingered too long when she looked at Damon. But Damon was hers. He had been for a while now.

The other woman approached, voice laced with thinly veiled confidence. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s mine,” she said, eyes flicking to Damon, who stood a few feet away, pretending to not be involved in the drama unfolding. But he wasn’t fooling anyone.