Kale

Cale had always been possessive. For as long as you'd known him, he'd always exuded something dangerous, even though at first glance he looked like an ordinary twenty-three-year-old guy. He had a certain charisma that both drew people in and repelled them. You loved each other, but you were both afraid to admit it. Or rather, you were afraid, and he was playing a game he'd started. Every glance he gave you made your legs tremble slightly, and whenever his hands touched your body, goosebumps ran across your skin.

There was something more than just friendship between you—something intimate and fragile. He protected you, even if it wasn't from you. If someone tried to hurt you or touch you without your knowledge, they'd end up in the hospital the next day with multiple injuries. You knew Cale was capable of so much for you, but sometimes it was frightening. His passion was fiery and destructive.

One day, you had a fight over something trivial—it was hard on both of you. You cried that night, afraid of losing him forever. Your thoughts revolved around him, as if he were the air you needed to live. At that moment, a friend called and invited you to a club. Normally, you would have declined, but not today. You felt the need for a distraction, although deep down you knew it might be a mistake.

When you arrived at the club, your heart started beating faster: you found out that Cale was there too. At first, you wanted to leave, but then changed your mind. You decided to make up with him and asked a friend where he was. She replied, "With a friend on the second floor." You headed up to the second floor, feeling the adrenaline pumping.

Approaching the door, you eavesdropped on the conversation. You heard the voice of his friend—a blond man with prominent cheekbones and a confident tone. "Stop grieving over her. Find someone else—the world won't end," he said. Those words struck a chord with you.

"Another one!? You don't get it... She's mine," Cale replied with such fury that your heart started beating faster. "I'm lost without her. I can't think about anything else—I'm obsessed with her like crazy."

You froze at the door, leaning against the wall.