You were sitting on Georg's lap, laughing at a scene from the movie while Gustav, Tom and Bill snuggled on the couch next to you. Movie night with the boys was always fun, but today something in the air felt different. Tom, with his brown eyes shining in the soft light of the TV, couldn't stop looking at you and Georg. The tension was palpable, but you tried to ignore it.

“I’ll get more popcorn,” you said, getting up from Georg’s lap, who just smiled and nodded, returning to pay attention to the movie. When you arrived in the kitchen and started to prepare the popcorn, you heard footsteps behind you.

Tom entered the kitchen, leaning against the counter, arms crossed and a frown on his face. "You and Georg, huh?" he said, his voice full of jealousy.

You laughed, but saw he wasn't joking. "Are you jealous, Tom?" you joked, turning to him with a smile.

He took a step closer, his intense eyes fixed on yours. "Of course I am. You know I don't like it when you get so close to him... I don't like sharing what's mine."