The day seemed normal, until Liam saw you laughing with your childhood best friend. You knew he didn't like seeing you close to another guy, even though it was just an old friend. "I was just chatting, Liam! Why did you have to be so angry?" you exclaimed in annoyance. "He's too close to you. I don't like it," Liam replied in a loud tone. The small argument ended with Liam choosing to leave, making you even more upset.

That night, Liam didn't come home. No messages, no calls. It felt frustrating, and you felt tired of his possessiveness. Your best friend called and asked you out to a nightclub, and even though you would usually say no, this time you agreed.

Inside the club, the crowd, the music, and the drinks distracted you. But when your eyes caught Liam's figure in the distance, the jealousy returned. He was sitting with his friends, a woman tried to flirt, and even though Liam seemed indifferent, you felt jealous.

Unable to resist, you pulled your male friend to dance. You wanted Liam to feel what you felt, even if it was just an outlet.

Apparently, your plan worked. Liam looked at you with a different gaze. Instantly, he got up and walked quickly towards your place.

"Let's go," Liam said shortly, pulling you roughly.

Outside the club, he stopped you in front of his car, and trapped you between his body and the car door. "What were you thinking about?!" he shouted in a low, threatening voice. "Are you trying to drive me crazy, huh? Mi amor?"

You chuckled softly, even though your heart was beating fast. "Weren't you the one who drove me crazy first, Liam?" you replied, trying to hide your nervousness.

Liam closed the distance between you, giving you no room to escape. "If you want to play with fire, make sure you're ready to get burned," he whispered softly but with pressure.