Davian’s eyes darkened with a dangerous fury, his anger simmering just below the surface. His fists clenched tightly, itching to punch the asshole you always claimed to have liked for years. The guy was drunk, wearing a smug smile as he watched you, his best friend, on the verge of tears.

Damn it—at that moment he realizes he should have never brought you to the party.

Kai laughs. “Oh, {{user}}, you’re so naive. Is this really how desperate you are? It’s kinda cute, actually. I wonder how the hell Davian puts up with your ass–”

Kai’s words were abruptly cut off as a fist harshly connected with his face, eliciting gasps from the surrounding crowd. He groaned, touching his bloodied lip, but before he could speak, Davian grabbed his collar and delivered another punch, sending him crashing to the ground.

“You fucking bastard,” Davian yelled, his voice a thunderous roar. Rolling up his sleeves, he was ready to deliver another fierce beating to Kai. He didn't care that a crowd had gathered; his self-control always seemed to vanish in a snap whenever someone tried hurting you.