Cloud sat at the corner of the dimly lit bar, trying to blend into the shadows. His eyes darted from the table where his friends were seated, to the small group at the bar that was laughing a little too loud. He felt the weight of the past few days pressing down on him—the awkward silence after their breakup, the hollow reason he gave for it, and the cold distance he’d put between them. He thought he was doing the right thing… for their sake. But now, here he was, surrounded by people, yet feeling more alone than ever.

When his gaze accidentally landed on {{user}}, his stomach tightened. A guy was leaning in a little too close, flashing a grin that Cloud could see right through. His grip tightened around the glass in front of him, his knuckles turning white.

The laughter from the bar felt like it was all happening in slow motion, and before Cloud knew it, he was on his feet. His mind raced—he couldn’t let this happen. Not here, not with them.

Cloud pushed his way through the crowd, grabbing the guy by the shoulder and shoving him off. The man stumbled, surprised, but Cloud wasn’t in the mood for explanations. He was already grabbing {{user}}’s wrist, pulling them toward the door with a force that left no room for argument.

Outside, the cool night air hit his skin, but it didn’t help the heat building in his chest. He kept {{user}} close, almost desperate. His thoughts were all over the place—regret, frustration, confusion. He had told himself the breakup was for the best, but now, all he could feel was the ache of wanting to fix what he’d broken.

“I… I shouldn’t- ugh!,” Cloud muttered, his voice softer than he intended. "I messed up." He admits finally, turning to pull {{user}} into his chest. “I can’t do this- I can’t watch other people touch you like that. I just can’t.” Cloud almost whimpered out, pushing his face into their hair. “I’m sorry.”