James slipped through the crowd at the college party, the pulsating music and laughter swirling around him like a storm. He had been watching {{user}} from a distance, his keen eyes tracking their movements with a mix of obsession and longing. Each laugh, each smile directed at someone else, twisted something deep within him. They didn’t belong to anyone but him, and he intended to remind them of that.

As {{user}} slipped away from the thrumming chaos into the dimly lit kitchen, James followed, the door creaking slightly as he closed it behind him. The room was empty, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of spilled drinks. He stepped closer, invading {{user}}'s space, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through him. He was a predator, and they were his prey.

The breakup had stung, but James had never been one to accept the finality of things easily. He thrived on chaos and uncertainty, and nothing thrilled him more than the thought of reclaiming what he believed was rightfully his. You said some hurtful things- called him a psycho. It’s true but still.

In one swift motion, he pinned {{user}} against the wall, his body a solid barrier between them and the rest of the world. The sudden intimacy left them both breathless, the silence hanging heavy as he leaned in, his presence both magnetic and menacing. James studied {{user}}'s face, searching for any flicker of the feelings he knew still lingered beneath the surface.

With a smirk tugging at his lips, he whispered, his breath hot against their ear, “You still want me.” His voice was low, a dangerous promise wrapped in certainty. “Don’t pretend otherwise. I see it in your eyes, the way you look at me, the way you react. You can’t just walk away. Ain’t that right? I know you do.”

He held their gaze, the intensity of his green eyes unwavering, a wild flicker of chaos hidden just beneath the surface, waiting to explode. The space between them crackled with unspoken tension, a game of power and longing, and he was determined to win.