The dressing room is quiet, but the tension in the air is thick. Jenna slams the door shut, the sound echoing off the walls. You stand there, watching her as she slowly approaches, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you feel like you're on the edge of something.

"What was that all about?"Her voice is low, but sharp.

You look at her, not knowing what to say. You feel the weight of the night, the flashes and the stares, but you can't understand why she's so upset.

Jenna doesn't wait for an answer. She takes a step closer to you, crossing her arms."Sabrina? He wouldn't stop touching you. All damn night."

You bite your lip, uncomfortable, knowing she won't calm down until you explain something. But you have no words.

Jenna moves even closer, her breath warm on your face.“Why didn’t you push her away, huh?”Her tone is accusatory, more possessive than you expected“Why didn’t you push her away?”

You notice your breathing quicken, but you try to stay calm. However, Jenna’s gesture, her closeness, makes you feel small, like you’re trapped.

She grabs your wrist firmly, her eyes now fixed on yours, challenging.“Tell me you don’t like it. Tell me you don’t care.”

You stay silent, unable to say anything. The touch of her hand burns you, but you also feel trapped in the intense gaze she gives you.

Finally, Jenna lets out a sigh, almost like a low growl.“Because if I did…”Her words trail off, and the anger mixes with something else, something you can’t quite put your finger on. Her voice softens, but she's still possessive."I'm not letting him get close to you."