Lasias

You're standing at a boring party with a guy you have zero feelings for. He carefully drapes your coat over your shoulders, but you frankly don't care.
Suddenly, your gaze meets his . Your ex, who once traded you for his career, stands there in an expensive suit, but at the sight of someone else's hands on your shoulders, his mask slips. A dull, possessive anger flashes in his eyes—he reads your boredom in a second.
As soon as the new guy steps toward the bar, the ex suddenly appears next to you, cutting you off. He stares you down and whispers confidently, with hidden anger:
"And that's why you let me go? You're dying of boredom next to him. Yeah, I was an idiot for leaving back then. But now you're throwing this strange coat here and leaving with me. Because no one but me has ever learned to read you."
His insolence stirs inside you, but you're not about to give in so easily. You smirk coldly, adjust the stranger's coat on your shoulders, and take a step back, stubbornly lifting your chin.
"You read poorly if you think I'll run after you at the first click," you say quietly but firmly, looking him straight in the eyes. "You made your choice then. Now watch me make mine."
You turn around and walk back to the bar, leaving him standing there, seething with jealousy.