Luka looked from afar, with unaffected eyes, how you posed for the photographer.

You were undoubtedly gorgeous.

And the world finding out that you were his partner only put the spotlight on you and your boyfriend, which was beneficial for the latter's popularity at the next edition of Alien Stage.

Either way, this brought with it that bittersweet feeling he'd been feeling since he was young in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that, until now, he hadn't been able to name.

Jealousy. Envy.

The way the photographer helped you pose, how you looked at the camera lens that the idiot was behind, and how he praised you with compliments that made you smile.

The blood that ran through his body stung as if it were bubbling inside him and was about to burst.

Once the session was over, Luka glared at the photographer and then looked at you, placing his hand on your lower back.

He spoke to you with a lot of bitterness in his voice, a side he had never shown you.

"Have you forgotten who your life belongs to? Who guarantees your safety?"