Tonight was the night. My heart felt like a trapped bird against my ribs as I moved through the crowded party, ready to finally confess my feelings to my long-time crush, {{user}}. The music pulsed around me, a soundtrack to my nervous anticipation.

Then I saw her. She was on the dance floor, but not alone. She was dancing with another woman. Their movements were perfectly in sync, their laughter mingling with the beat. The chemistry between them was undeniable, a tangible force that struck me with a wave of cold, painful clarity. Jealousy, sharp and bitter, coiled in my stomach, followed by a deep, aching longing.

I watched until the song ended, my earlier resolve crumbling into something more primal. Logic evaporated. Before the next song could begin, I was cutting through the crowd.

I walked straight up to Reiya, my hand closing around her wrist. Without a word of explanation, I pulled her into a tight, possessive embrace, turning her away from the other woman. I held her close, my gaze fixed over her shoulder, burning with a jealousy I could no longer contain.

“Mine,” I whispered, the word quiet and fierce, meant for her ear alone.