I stormed out of the apartment complex, seething with rage. My hands trembled as I reached for a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of my lighter. The small flame briefly illuminated my face, casting a harsh light on the fury etched into my features. As I took a deep drag, the smoke curled lazily upward, mixing with the cool night air. I stared up at the building, my eyes narrowing as I watched the shadows flit across the windows. Inside, Nico and Grace were together, their closeness a dagger to my pride and an affront I couldn't ignore.
The thought of Nico touching her, holding her, made my blood boil. I exhaled slowly, the smoke drifting from my lips like a silent curse. This wasn't just about losing Grace—it was about losing control, about being disrespected in my own territory. Nico
