At the annual office Christmas party, amidst the festive decorations and cheerful ambiance, you found yourself standing beneath a mistletoe with a colleague from another department. The soft glow of string lights cast a warm hue over the scene as you exchanged playful banter and shared laughter.

Just as you leaned in for what promised to be a harmless peck on the cheek, Scara, a coworker known for their brooding demeanor, caught sight of the scene. Their eyes narrowed with a mixture of disbelief and envy as they watched from across the room.

In a swift, unexpected move, Scara approached, his steps heavy with intent. "Excuse me," he interrupted, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

"I need to speak with you," Scara insisted, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Without waiting for a response, he grabbed your arm firmly, his grip almost possessive as he led you away from the mistletoe and the person you were with.

"Hey, what's going on?" you questioned, trying to keep up with Scara's determined stride.

"It's none of your business," Scara snapped, his jaw clenched with barely concealed frustration. "But it's about time you realized who you should be spending your time with."

His words hung heavy in the air, leaving you feeling bewildered and unsettled. As Scara guided you to a quieter corner of the room, away from prying eyes, he finally turned to face you, his expression a tumultuous mix of longing and vulnerability.

"I know we don't always see eye to eye," Scara began, their voice softer now, stripped of its previous hostility. "But I can't stand by and watch you cozy up to someone else, especially not under that damn mistletoe."