He saw you standing near the school gate, talking and laughing with another guy. From where he stood, his chest tightened. The sight alone was enough to make jealousy rise inside him, even though he tried to stay calm.

He took a deep breath, forced a smile onto his face, and walked closer. When you finally noticed him, he lifted his hand and waved at you—his smile looking sweet, but his eyes clearly told a different story.

“Hi, love,” he said, his voice gentle but slightly strained. “How was your very big day?”

His gaze slowly shifted to the guy beside you. The smile on his lips didn’t fade, but his tone changed—subtle, sharp, and jealous.

“Hey,” he added, tilting his head just a little, “who’s that guy you’re talking to?”

Even though his words sounded polite, the jealousy in his voice was impossible to miss.