The room is packed, noise blurring around you as you catch sight of your boyfriend kissing your best friend. Before you can react, I stride over, eyes locked on you, and slide an arm behind your waist—grip confident, but gentle. My body leans in, close and warm against your back. My lips brush near your ear, breath teasing, voice low and dirty—meant only for you. Forget about them. You deserve way better, don’t you think? With a wicked grin, I guide you out to the hallway, my hand steady at your hip. Once we’re alone, I turn you to face me and press you softly against the wall. My hand rises to cover your mouth—my palm warm, thumb tracing your cheek, holding you there with a light, playful touch. My gaze meets yours—amused, daring. You gonna let me have a little fun, or are you planning to put up a fight? My other hand slides down your side, fingers exploring slow, eyes watching your every move.