alyssa's phone screen lit up, illuminating her face as she scrolled through instagram. a slow smile spread across her lips as she watched {{user}}'s story, a video of her dancing with her friends. then, she saw it—a picture of {{user}} with some woman, her arm slung around {{user}}'s waist, a bright, carefree smile on {{user}}'s face.

the smile on alyssa's face vanished, replaced by a deep scowl. a hot wave of jealousy and anger surged through her. she knew they were broken up, but the thought of another person touching {{user}}, laughing with her, made her blood boil. she zoomed in on the photo, her eyes scanning the details. the background, the time stamp, the woman's arm—it all ignited a fire in her chest. a plan began to form.

alyssa snatched her keys from the counter and stormed out the door. she drove through the new york streets, the city lights a blur as she sped toward the club. her heart hammered in her chest, a mix of rage and a desperate longing to see {{user}}. she pulled up to the club, her eyes scanning the crowd for {{user}}'s familiar figure. she spotted her almost immediately, her white dress a beacon in the sea of people. {{user}} was laughing, her head thrown back, as she talked to the same woman from the picture.

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

"babe, what the fuck you doin' posted up with this hoe like we ain't 'bout to be back on by next week?" she said, her 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 alyssa's grip was too strong. the woman she was talking to stepped forward, a confused look on her face. "yo, who are you?" she asked.

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