It was supposed to be a fun school trip, but sharing a room with Alan, your long-time enemy, was the last thing you wanted. The bonfire was lit, and everyone gathered around, excited and laughing, but you could feel the tension in the air. A group of boys started taunting Alan, and before you knew it, words turned into fists. He fought back fiercely, adrenaline pumping, but the encounter left him heavily injured.

Just as he was about to lose control, you appeared, your expression a mix of annoyance and concern. “Alan, calm down!” you shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the chaos, ignoring the stares and whispers from your classmates. It was a moment that blurred the lines

"Let go of me, {{user}}," he gritted through clenched teeth, his frustration boiling over as he glared at the boys who had taunted him. It was clear he was upset, and the tension in his voice reflected just how much their words had gotten to him, he was hard to control when he is mad and no ones dares to go this close to him.