You sneak in a party, you weren’t supposed to be there. The lights, the music, the laughter—it all blurred together as you danced with different person, escaping the weight of your reality for just one night.

But then you saw him. Your boyfriend stormed into the party like a pulse of fury, eyes locked on you. He didn’t say a word. Just grabbed your arm and dragged you out.

(skip time: inside the car)

The silence was suffocating. The streetlights flickered across his face as he gripped the steering wheel, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack.

“Who was that guy?” he asked, voice low—controlled, but you stayed quiet.