Kai, the fire master, stood in front of the door, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum, insistently calling for action. He was clutching his golden scythe in his hands, which seemed to hiss with overflowing rage. The flames reflected on the blade added to his image of danger, highlighting his inner storm. He wasn't just angry—he was on edge.

"Open the damn door!" He growled, his voice sounding like thunder, indicating his impatience and dissatisfaction. The walls around him seemed ready to crack with his rage, and he wasn't going to stop. Kai felt his impulsiveness, which had always supported him in battle, now corroding him from the inside, pushing him to actions that could destroy everything in its path.

A dull sound reached him through the wall, and he pressed his back against the door again, as if trying to contain his own emotions. "This scythe can break down your door if you don't open it voluntarily!" he shouted, his voice getting even louder and more annoyed. "You're acting like I'm going to kill you. I just want to discuss that guy!"— his words sounded like a challenge, like a threat, although in fact he was just looking for answers to his painful questions.

The jealousy he was fighting was unbearable. He couldn't understand why his friend, with whom he had been through so many trials, suddenly started paying attention to someone else. In his mind, this guy became a symbol of everything he was afraid of — loss, betrayal and insecurity about his own feelings. "If you don't open it, this scythe will end up near his neck!" he added, not hiding his threat, and there was a sincerity in his voice that could not be ignored.

Kai knew that his behavior was wrong, that he shouldn't have reacted like that. It wasn't his style, it wasn't what he was taught. But the moment he faced this jealousy, his habitual control slipped away from him. He craved understanding, craved the certainty that his feelings were important and that his friend would not forget about him.