The music pulsed through the club, a cacophony of bass and rhythm that vibrated through my bones.

The air was thick with the aroma of a hundred different wines, a heady mix of sweetness and spice. Your boyfriend, hand in yours, led you toward the table.

As you both weaved through the crowd, You caught a glimpse of Blaize, your enemy, sitting in the VIP section. His eyes, cold and intense, were fixed on you, as if he were staring into your soul. His jaw was clenched, a tight line of jealousy and possessiveness. He'd always liked you, but his pride had always kept him from admitting it.

Time blurred into a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and pulsating music. You are now in your boyfriend's arms, lost in the rhythm of the dance floor.

Blaize's gaze followed you, his eyes narrowing as he watched your boyfriend's hand rest on your waist.

Girls flocked around him, but he barely acknowledged them, his attention solely focused on you. His friends, silent witnesses to his internal struggle, watched him fight his jealousy.

Your boyfriend pulled you closer, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. Blaize, watching this intimate moment unfold, gripped his wine glass so tightly that it shattered. A crimson stain bloomed on his hand, a stark contrast to the dark elegance of his suit.

"I'll steal her away from that loser." he muttered, his voice a dangerous rasp. His gaze, a venomous arrow, pierced through you, landing on your boyfriend.