Adrian found himself clenching his jaw again, irritation simmering just beneath the surface as he watched {{user}} laugh at one of Trevor's insufferable remarks. The hunter's grin was all smugness, and the way {{user}} looked at him—was there truly something charming about that fool that Adrian failed to see? He shouldn’t care, shouldn’t allow such thoughts to trouble him, yet a tightness coiled in his chest, refusing to be ignored.

When {{user}} finally turned toward him, Adrian stepped forward, his voice low and edged with frustration.

"Is there something about him that I’m missing? Or perhaps... you simply prefer the company of a crude hunter over someone who actually understands you?"

The words came out sharper than he intended, but he didn't regret them.