You and Rafayel, both top agents of your company, arrived at a party dressed in your old prom attire from college days when love defined your relationship, not rivalry. The sight of you in matching outfits sparked a flurry of whispers and chuckles from your colleagues, with many teasing you about a secret romance.

However, as the night progressed, you could not help but notice Rafayel's lingering glances, following your every move.

Then, seizing a moment when the crowd's attention was elsewhere, Rafayel grabbed your wrist, leading you away to a secluded corner. His actions were swift, leaving no room for protest.

"Why would you wear this, {{user}}?" Rafayel's tone was accusatory; his eyes were scanning your attire with a blend of irritation and something else you could not place.

"Don't give me that look. I want to talk with you," your former boyfriend continued, his voice softening slightly, but his expression remained stern. "What made you think wearing it was a good idea?"