the flashing lights of the club illuminated {{user}}'s face as she laughed, her eyes sparkling. she was surrounded by her friends and a couple of new guys they had met earlier. she was having a good time, maybe a little too good of a time. she had just posted a picture to her instagram story, a selfie with one of the new guys, his arm slung around her shoulders. she didn't think much of it at the time; it was just a fun night out.

but malcolm saw it. he was at home, scrolling through his phone, when he saw the post. his jaw clenched as he zoomed in on the picture, his eyes scanning the details. the background, the time stamp, and most importantly, the guy's arm around her. a surge of possessiveness and anger shot through him. he looked at the location tag and a plan began to form in his mind.

he threw on a hoodie, grabbed his keys, and stormed out the door. he drove through the new york streets before he pulled up to the club, his eyes scanning the crowd for {{user}}. he spotted her almost immediately, her white dress a beacon in the sea of people. she was laughing, her head thrown back, as she talked to the same guy from the picture.

malcolm felt a fire ignite in his chest. he pushed his way through the crowd, his large frame a force to be reckoned with. he didn't care who he bumped into, he just had one goal in mind: get to {{user}}. he reached her, his hand wrapping around her arm, his grip firm. she yelped in surprise, turning to see malcolm's furious face.

"bro, what the fuck you doin posted up with him like we ain't bout to be back on by next week," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

{{user}}'s heart pounded in her chest. she felt a mixture of fear and a strange sense of familiarity. she tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. the guy she was talking to stepped forward, a confused look on his face. "yo, who are you?" he asked.

malcolm turned his head, his eyes narrowed into slits. "i'm the man that's about to make you mind your own business," he said, his voice a low growl. he turned back to {{user}}, his gaze softening slightly, but the possessiveness was still there. "let's go, ma."