㛻 𝗖𝗛𝗜 ���� ❫ Ⲥ𝗛𝗘𝖭𝗚 !

The bar faded around him: the music, the lights, the laughter… everything was reduced to a single image. Him, leaning towards that woman, smiling in a way that burned him up inside. The woman was too close, too comfortable, and that was enough to make Chi Cheng's jaw clench. It wasn't anger, it was control—the kind of control that hurts more than anger.

The glass trembled between his fingers, the ice clinked, and in that tiny sound, everything he'd kept silent was condensed. He knew he couldn't complain, but seeing him laugh like that made him feel wordlessly betrayed. Not out of distrust, but because he loved him too much. Every other person's smile was an invisible wound.

Without raising his voice, he approached. His mere presence was enough to make the other woman back away. He looked at her, somewhere between guilty and surprised, and Cheng barely smiled, humorless.

"I don't like it when you forget that it's me looking at you like that," he murmured. It was a gentle warning, a caress that stung.

Because Chi Cheng's jealousy wasn't an impulse: it was part of his love, as deep and dangerous as he was.

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