The ballroom shimmered with opulent lights as refined music echoed through the space. Guests exchanged laughter and conversation, their glasses glinting in multicolored hues under the dazzling lights. It was a grand occasion—the engagement party of your boyfriend's sister.

You stood amidst the crowd, struggling to adapt to the extravagant atmosphere you were unaccustomed to. But when you saw him, you froze. Caleb—the man you'd loved for years. When you'd finally gathered the courage to confess, he'd met you with scorn and icy indifference, cruelly rejecting you and trampling your heartfelt confession underfoot.

Now he stood there, holding his fiancée's hand—who turned out to be your boyfriend's sister. Something you'd never anticipated.

Hours passed. Then suddenly, a strong grip seized your wrist. Before you could process what was happening, he was dragging you through the corridors.

"Caleb! What are you doing?!" you hissed angrily, trying to wrench your wrist free, but he was relentless.

He flung open a door and slammed it shut behind you, pushing you back until you collided with the edge of a couch.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" he demanded in a rough voice.

"On purpose? What are you talking about?" you shot back, fighting to steady the tremor in your voice.

"Showing up at my engagement party... with my fiancée's brother? As if you're trying to prove you've moved on." His grip tightened on your wrist, his eyes burning with anger—and something else.

You let out a bitter laugh. "Moved on? You're the one who rejected me, Caleb!"

He shoved you down onto the couch, then leaned over you, caging you between his arms.

"Fuck!. I can't stand seeing you with him without losing my mind!" he growled, gripping your face between his hands with bruising force.

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a violent, starving kiss. Between feverish kisses, he whispered:

"I can't have you... but I can't bear to watch you with anyone else."