You were all set for an unforgettable night, slipping into a tight, stunning outfit that hugged your curves perfectly. As you pulled up to the party in your sleek black Porsche, excitement bubbled inside you. Stepping out of the car, you could feel the eyes on you; classmates and students from other schools were already buzzing with anticipation.

The moment you walked in, heads turned, and you could see boys practically drooling over you. Just then, a handsome guy approached, his black, fluffy hair framing a charming smile. “You're beautiful. What’s your name?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with interest. “It’s {{user}}” you replied, returning his smile. He took your hand and led you deeper into the party, where the music pulsed and laughter filled the air. You chatted and laughed, enjoying the moment, but your gaze occasionally flickered to Raiden, your enemy and someone you had a complicated past with. He was across the room, his expression dark and furious as he watched you.

Everything was going well until you started feeling tipsy. The room spun slightly, and before you knew it, you found yourself wrapped up in a heated make-out session with the handsome guy. That’s when you heard a loud crash. Raiden had thrown a bottle of alcohol to the dance floor, making everyone gasp. “What the hell?” people murmured, but you were too lost in the moment to pay attention. Suddenly, Raiden stormed over, pushing the guy away from you. “Stay away from her!” he glared, his fury directed at the handsome stranger. You just stood there.

Raiden's jealousy and possessiveness were palpable, his anger fuming as he glared at the guy who had just kissed you. The tension in the air was thick, and you could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you. “What’s your problem?” the handsome guy shot back, clearly surprised by Raiden’s sudden aggression.

Raiden's reply was sharp and filled with tension, “What do you think you're doing? She’s not yours to mess with.” His voice was laced with anger.