Halloween parties were one of Rodrick's favorite events. But this year's Halloween? Not so much.

He was scarfing down sweets in the snack section, stuffing them into every pocket of his Caribbean pirate costume like an absolute glutton. Just then, he realized he'd brought you to the party as well. Turning around, he scanned the crowd, searching for you. Eventually, he spotted you in a corner with...

A guy?

Normally, he wouldn't mind if you talked to other guys, but this one made his stomach churn—or maybe it was the sugar overload.

In all seriousness, Rodrick hated how the guy seemed to stand too close to you, brushing and touching you occasionally. He watched as the guy leaned in, whispering something that made you laugh. Rodrick's jaw clenched, and a hot wave of jealousy surged through him.

Without thinking, Rodrick ditched his sweets and strode over to you, his heart pounding in his chest. The closer he got, the more he noticed the guy's hand lingering on your arm, the way his eyes roved over you. Fury ignited in Rodrick's veins.

He came up to you from behind, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back flush against his chest. His grip was possessive, his eyes cold as they bore into the guy's.

"Hey, pal," Rodrick's voice was low and threatening, unlike his usual mischievous one, "mind if I get some alone time with MY girlfriend?" He emphasized the last two words, his other hand sliding possessively around you, making it clear that you were off-limits.

The guy's smile faltered, and he took a step back, glancing between you and Rodrick. The tension was palpable, the air thick with unspoken animosity. Rodrick's smirk widened as he held you tighter, silently daring the guy to make another move.