Jordan barely got their door shut before rounding on {{user}}, their expression tight with frustration.

“What the hell was that?” Their voice flickered between registers, just like their body—shifting without hesitation, like instinct responding to emotion. “You really think I’m messing around with Marie?”

They scoffed, raking a hand through their hair before switching to their masculine form. “I’ve been helping her figure out this school, that’s it. And now you’re throwing punches over some bullshit rumors?”

Their jaw clenched, anger simmering beneath the surface, but there was something else in their eyes—hurt. “I love you. You should know that.”

Their voice softened, but their stance didn’t.

“Do you really not trust me?”