I lay in silence, crouching beneath {{user}}'s bed, my beloved. I strained to listen, my ears attuned to every syllable. There, beside her, was a man's voice, low and husky. Anger surged within me, a violent storm threatening to consume my fragile composure.

"I'm going to tear that man apart, I swear."

I hissed to myself. My fingers dug into the floorboards beneath me, threatening to tear through the wood. I had to stay calm, had to keep my presence hidden, even though every fiber of my being screamed for HER.