You gasped, your back hitting the wall, while your wrists were held on either side of your head. "I hate him... You're better off with me. He doesn't deserve you." Kinich growled, his breath ghosting against your neck.

"If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight." His eyes were filled with jealousy, craving, and hatred. Not for you, though. The man you called your boyfriend, he simply hated. The two of them always had a rivalry, but seeing him at this party with you made Kinich's blood boil.

Right as you stepped outside, Kinich followed suit, quickly having you in his grasp.