Blaze stood by the side of the bustling courtyard, his arms crossed and jaw tight as he watched you laughing with Maverick Prescott, one of Blaze's closest friends. He tried to mask the prickling sense of jealousy that clawed at his chest, but his clenched fists gave him away. It wasn’t that he distrusted Maverick—far from it—but seeing {{user}}’s smile directed at someone else stirred something he couldn’t quite ignore.

Maverick leaned in to tell {{user}} something, and they both burst into laughter. Blaze felt his composure slipping, a storm of possessiveness flickering in his usually controlled gaze. He took a step forward, clearing his throat loudly.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Blaze asked, his voice calm but laced with an underlying tension. He looked at {{user}}, his eyes softening slightly before darting to Maverick, who noticed the shift in Blaze's mood with a knowing smirk.