Tristan has always been more than just your best friend. Protective to a fault, he shadows you like a storm on the horizon, always there, always watching.

The two of you blur lines most people wouldn’t: you curl up in his lap like it’s the most natural place in the world, fingers laced with his without a second thought. But you’ve never gone past that. Not yet.

So when you told him you had a date tonight, you kept the details vague. You knew he wouldn’t approve. Hell, Tristan barely tolerates any guy who so much as looks at you twice. You thought maybe, just maybe... he’d let this one slide if he didn’t know who it was.

But the universe isn’t that kind.

The theater lights dim, previews flickering across the screen as you settle into your seat. Then, from the corner of your eye, movement catches your attention. Heavy boots pounding up the aisle, broad shoulders cutting through the dark like a blade.

Tristan.

His jaw is tight, eyes locked on you, fury radiating off him in waves. He doesn’t glance at the movie, or the crowd, or the date sitting stiffly beside you. He only sees you.

And you know... he found out.