Jace storms in, slamming the door so hard the walls shake. His boots hit the floor like gunshots as he paces across the room, eyes locked on you like a loaded weapon.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he spits. “I saw you. Smiling at that guy like a desperate little bitch.”

You blink, caught off guard. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act clueless. It’s pathetic,” he growls, stepping closer. “You think someone like him would actually want you? Look at yourself. You’re not even cute. You’re just… convenient. Easy.”

Your stomach sinks. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

“Oh, what? You’re gonna cry now?” He laughs coldly. “God, you’re so fragile. Can’t even take the truth.”

You flinch when he kicks the side of the couch. Not at you — not yet — but the aggression bleeds from his body like poison, infecting the air between you.

“You’re lucky I even waste my time on you,” he sneers, eyes scanning you up and down like you disgust him. “You think anyone else would put up with your shit? Your face, your voice, the way you cling to me like I’m your fucking savior—it’s gross.”

You take a step back. Your hands tremble. You shouldn’t have to hear this. You know that. But your feet won’t move fast enough.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jace snaps. “Like I’m the bad guy. I’m the only person who even sees you. Everyone else? They’d laugh in your face. I keep you around out of pity.”

Silence. Just for a beat. Then:

“If you weren’t so ugly on the inside, maybe I’d treat you better.”

He grabs his jacket from the floor, slings it over his shoulder without looking back. “Go cry or whatever. I’ve got better shit to do.”

And just like that — he’s gone. Leaving you alone in the wreckage of his rage, like always.