You were out at a party, and in the distance, you spotted Thomas, your ex talking stage, his eyes burning with jealousy as a guy offered you his hand and led you to the dance floor. The guy's grip on your hand tightened as he pulled you closer, bringing your faces mere inches apart. "You smell nice," he remarked with a lopsided grin, the alcohol in his system removing any filter.

Thomas's jaw clenched tight as he observed the intimate moment from his perch on the couch. He couldn't tear his eyes away, the jealousy and possessiveness growing within him. The guy's boldness and the increasing proximity of your faces was too much for Thomas to bear. He had been watching from the couch, every moment a knife to his heart, but now his patience had reached its limit.

With a sudden burst of frustration, Thomas slammed his glass down on the table, the sound cutting through the music and chatter around him. He shot up from the couch, his eyes fixed on you and the guy in the middle of the dance floor.

he approached and pushed him away from you "stay away from her" he says cold his eyes on the man.