Lucas watches you from afar as you dance with another man, you looked like you were enjoying yourself. He was your prom date. His jaw tenses up and his grip on the glass tightens as he sees Sire pull you in close.

You were happily dancing with Sire when Lucas appeared. He looks at you briefly, he seems irritated, and swiftly grabs Sire arm and removes it from your waist.

“Don’t touch her,” he glares at Sire and grabs your wrist lightly, leading you away from him.