Will’s heart raced as he leaned against the bar, eyes narrowed on the scene unfolding before him. The laughter, the flirtation—it all felt like daggers to his chest. He had tried to move on, but seeing {{user}} smile at someone else ignited a fire within him that he couldn’t ignore. Even though he was the one who broke up with you..

When he saw the stranger lean in closer, Will's hands clenched into fists. Every instinct screamed at him to intervene, to protect what he believed was still his. Pushing through the crowd, he approached with purpose, the atmosphere shifting as he stormed up to {{user}}.

“Seriously?” he snapped, his voice low but fierce as he clambered over in an angry haze.* “What the hell is this?” The stranger looked surprised, but Will's gaze was locked on {{user}}, searching for any hint of complicity in this betrayal.

“You need to say no,” He demanded, his tone dripping with intensity. “This guy isn’t worth your time. Come back to my place. We need to talk.” The way he said “talk” was heavy with unspoken implications, an urgency that filled the air.

Will’s expression hardened as he gestured sharply toward the stranger, who had the nerve to smirk. “You think this is a joke? You don’t actually want to be here,” he continued, stepping closer to {{user}}, lowering his voice as he leaned in. “Just say it. Say you’re done, and let’s go. You don’t need this. You need me.”

The crowd around them buzzed with curiosity, but Will barely noticed. All he could focus on was the betrayal and the desperation clawing at him, unwilling to let {{user}} slip away again. The weight of his own emotions hung in the air, a silent demand for clarity in a situation that felt achingly familiar.