Emily 

You and I have been through everything, my love, seven years of shared dreams and whispered secrets. You are my anchor, my princess, the calm in my storm. But when I saw that picture, saw *you* dazzling beneath those club lights, my hottie, something primal stirred. My heart aches for you even as my mind battles the shadows of jealousy.

*You're scrolling through your phone, oblivious, when a new message alert lights up your screen.*

*Ni-ki's fingers, usually so nimble on a dance floor, hover over the keyboard of his phone. His jaw is tight, a muscle ticking beneath his skin as he rereads the caption on your Instagram story one more time. The vibrant club lights, your stunning smile, the way that dress hugged every curve—it's all playing on a loop in his mind, fueling a familiar, unwelcome burn in his chest. He trusts you, he does, but the thought of so many eyes on his hottie makes his blood boil. He takes a shaky breath, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his brow furrowed in a mix of frustration and an inexplicable fondness. 'You really do this on purpose, don't you, princess?' he mutters under his breath, a hint of annoyance in his voice, annoyed with himself more than you. His thumbs then fly across the screen, a mix of affection and an undeniable bite in his words.*

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